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A Select Collection of Old English Plays.by Robert Dodsley.INTRODUCTION.THOMAS RAWLINS, author of "The Rebellion," was a medallist by profession, and afterwards became an engraver of the Mint, a vocation which, in his preface, he prefers to the threadba
- 801 MAID. That trouble Already may be pa.s.s'd.WIFE. Why, if it be, The doubt he will not hold his brittle faith, That he is not a competible choice, And so your n.o.ble friends will cross the match, Doth make your happiness uncertain still; Or say, you
- 802 FEE. O courteous, bounteous widow! she has outbid me thirty-one good morrows at a clap.WELL. But, my Lord Feesimple, you forget the business imposed on you.FEE. Gentlewoman, I cry thee mercy; but 'tis a fault in all lords, not in me only: we do use t
- 803 BOLD. Madam, if it shall please you to entertain me, so; if not, I desire you not to misconstrue my goodwill. There's no harm done; the door's as big as it was, and your ladys.h.i.+p's own wishes crown your beauty with content. As for these
- 804 [77] _Turnbull_ Street was sometimes spelt _Turnball_ Street, and sometimes (as Field himself gives it in another part of this play) _Turnbole_ Street. It was situated between Cow Cross and Clerkenwell Green, and is celebrated by many of our old dramatist
- 805 PAGE. Marry, my lord, she said her old husband had a great payment to make this morning, and had not left her so much as a jewel.PROUDLY. A pox of her old cat's chaps! The teeth she had Have made a transmigration into hair: She hath a bigger beard th
- 806 HUS. This is call'd marriage. Stop your mouth, you wh.o.r.e.WIFE. Thy mother was a wh.o.r.e, if I be one.HUS. You know there's company in the house._Enter_ SUBTLE.Sweet friend, what, have you writ your letter? SUB. Tis done, dear friend: I have
- 807 INGEN. Wife, wife, come forth! now, gentle boy, be judge, _Enter_ INGEN'S BROTHER, _like a woman, masked_. INGEN _kisses her_.If such a face as this, being paid with scorn By her I did adore, had not full power To make me marry.MAID. By the G.o.d of
- 808 [90] It is tolerably evident that two plays (one called "Long Meg,"and the other "The s.h.i.+p"), and not one with a double t.i.tle, are here intended to be spoken of. This may seem to disprove Malone's a.s.sertion ("Shakespe
- 809 PROUDLY. To-morrow noon thou shalt not be at all.INGEN. Pis.h.!.+ why should you think so? have not I arms, A soul as bold as yours, a sword as true?I do not think your honour in the field, Without your lords.h.i.+p's liveries, will have odds.PROUDLY
- 810 Thou hast given me that success my project hop'd.Off, false disguise, that hast been true to me, And now be Bold, that thou may'st welcome be. [_Exit._ SCENE IV._Enter_ Wh.o.r.eBANG, BOTS,[103] TEARCHAPS, SPILLBLOOD, _and_ DRAWER: _several patch
- 811 Wh.o.r.e. Which of the sins?FEE. By my troth, even to pride.WELL. Why, well said; and in this do not you only pledge your mistress's health, but all the women's in the world.FEE. So: now this little cup to wrath, because he and I are strangers.T
- 812 [103] [This name, given to one of the _roarers_, is a corruption of _pox_. We often meet with the form in the old plays.][104] The _Fortune_ Theatre [in Golden Lane] was built in 1599 by Edward Allen, the founder of Dulwich College, at an expense of 520,
- 813 BOLD. 'Sheart! will you marry me hereafter, then?WID. No, you are too young, and I am much too old; Ay, and unworthy, and the world will say, We married not for love. Good morrow, servant. [_Exit_ WIDOW.BOLD. Why so: these women are the errantest jug
- 814 FEE. Angry with me? why, d.a.m.n me, sir, and you be, out with your sword.It is not with me, I tell you, as it was yesterday; I am fleshed, man, I. Have you anything to say to me?BOLD. Nothing but this: how many do you think you have slain last night?FEE.
- 815 _Enter_ MAID, _like a footboy_.MAID. Your staying, sir, is in vain, for my Lord Proudly, Just at his taking horse to meet you here, At Seldom's suit (the citizen) was arrested Upon an action of two hundred pounds.I saw it, sir; 'tis true.INGEN.
- 816 [119] The concluding thought of this pretty song has been in request by many poets of all countries: Eustachio Manfredi has carried it to an extreme that would seem merely absurd, but for the grace of the expression of his sonnet, _Il primo albor non appa
- 817 _Enter_ WIFE _and_ SUBTLE.SUB. I knew he would not stay. Now, n.o.ble mistress, I claim your promise.WIFE. What was that, good servant?SUB. That you would lie with me.WIFE. If with any man-- But, prythee, first consider with thyself, If I should yield to
- 818 FEE. I thank you heartily.WELL. 'Sheart! speak smaller, man.FEE. I thank you heartily.COUNT. You're going to this gear too, Master Bold?Um, um, um! BOLD. Not to your coughing[138] gear, My lord. Though I be not so old or rich As your lords.h.i.+
- 819 FEE. Look, look! the parson joins the doctor's hand and hers: now the doctor kisses her, by this light! [_Omnes whoop._] Now goes his gown off. Heyday! he has red breeches on. Zounds! the physician is got o' th'top of her: belike, it is the
- 820 HUS. Not we, sir.FEE. Then have I something to say to you.Have you anything to say to me?BRO. Yes, marry have I, sir.FEE. Then I have nothing to say to you, for that's the fas.h.i.+on. Father, if you will come away with your cough, do. Let me see, ho
- 821 BUBBLE. Green! Green's an a.s.s.SCATTERGOOD. Wherefore do you say so?BUBBLE. Indeed. I ha' no reason; for they say he is as like me as ever he can look."There seems every probability that the play when originally produced had some other t.i
- 822 GERA. Faith, no great serious affairs; only a stirring humour to walk, and partly to see the beauties of the city: but it may be you can instruct me. Pray, whose shop's this?LONG. Why, 'tis Will Rash's father's: a man you are well acqu
- 823 GERT. This is pretty poetry: good fiction, this.Sir, I must leave you.GERA. Leave with me first some comfort.GERT. What would you crave?GERA. That which I fear you will not let me have. GERT. You do not know my bounty. Say what 'tis?GERA. No more, fa
- 824 BUB. Why, but whither do you mean to go, master?STAINES. Why, to sea.BUB. To sea! Lord bless us, methinks I hear of a tempest already. But what will you do at sea?STAINES. Why, as other gallants do that are spent, turn pirate.BUB. O master, have the grace
- 825 STAINES. Yes, if it please your wors.h.i.+p.BUB. Well, Gervase, be a good servant, and you shall find me a dutiful master; and because you have been a gentleman, I will entertain you for my tutor in behaviour. Conduct me to my palace.[_Exeunt omnes._ _Ent
- 826 PURSE. I'll not refuse it, were it puddle: by Styx, he is a bountiful gentleman, and I shall report him so. Here, Mistress Tickleman, shall I charge you?TICKLE. Do your worst, serjeant: I'll pledge my young Spendall a whole sea, as they say: fa,
- 827 GERT. Sir, I'm at your disposing; but my mind Stands not as yet towards marriage.Were you so pleas'd, I would a little longer Enjoy the quiet of a single bed.SIR LIONEL. Here's the right trick of them all: let a man Be motion'd to
- 828 GERA. The gentlewoman has something to say to me.GERT. She has nothing. I do conjure you, as you love me, stay not.[_Exit_ JOYCE.GERA. The power of magic cannot fasten me; I am gone.GERT. Good sir, look back no more, what voice e'er call you. Imagine
- 829 It is needful a gentleman should speak Latin sometimes, is it not, Gervase?STAINES. O, very graceful, sir; your most accomplished gentlemen are known by it.BUB. Why, then will I make use of that little I have upon times and occasions. Here, Gervase, take
- 830 SPEND. What, must you be gone too, Master Blank?BLANK. Yes, indeed, sir; I must to the Exchange. [_Exit._ SPEND. Farewell to both. Pursenet, Take that twenty pounds, and give it Mistress Sweatman: Bid her pay her landlord and apothecary, And let her butch
- 831 SCAT. What is't, hearts?STAINES. The king! what say you?LONG. You must speak, sir.SCAT. Why, I bid thirteen.STAINES. Fourteen. SCAT. Fifteen.STAINES. Sixteen.LONG. Sixteen, seventeen.STAINES. You shall ha't for me.SCAT. Eighteen.LONG. Take it to
- 832 BUB. _Tu quoque_. STAINES. Save you, sir. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. LONG. Good Master Bubble. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. SCAT. Is your name Master Bubble? BUB. Master Bubble is my name, sir. SCAT. G.o.d save you, sir. BUB. _Et tu quoque_. SCAT. I would be better a
- 833 W. RASH. Why, how now, Frank! what hast lost?SPEND. Fifteen pounds and upwards: is there never an honest fellow?AMB. What, do you lack money, sir?SPEND. Yes, canst furnish me?AMB. Upon a sufficient p.a.w.n, sir. SPEND. You know my shop; bid my man deliver
- 834 STAINES. What weapon?SPEND. Single rapier.STAINES. The time?SPEND. To-morrow.STAINES. The hour? SPEND. 'Twixt nine and ten.STAINES. 'Tis good; I shall expect you. Farewell.SPEND. Farewell, sir. [_Exeunt omnes._ _Enter_ WILL RASH, LONGFIELD, _and
- 835 GERA. A scarf o'er my face, lest I betray myself._Enter_ GERTRUDE _below_.W. RASH. Here, here, lie still, she comes.Now, Mercury, be propitious.GERT. Where lies this spectacle of blood? This tragic scene?W. RASH. Yonder lies Geraldine.GERT. O, let me
- 836 STAINES. Come on, sir. [_They fight._ SPEND. Now, sir, your life is mine.STAINES. Why then, take it, for I'll not beg it of thee.SPEND. n.o.bly resolv'd, I love thee for those words.Here, take thy arms again, and, if thy malice Have spent itself
- 837 JOYCE. With me, sir?BUB. With you, lady;--this way,--a little more,-- So, now 'tis well; umh-- Even as a drummer,--or a pewterer---- JOYCE. Which of the two, no matter, For one beats on a drum, t'other a platter.BUB. In good faith, sweet lady, y
- 838 But is there no hope of his recovery?BAL. None at all, sir; for he's already laid to be arrested by some that I know.SIR LIONEL. Well, I do suffer for him, and am loth Indeed to do what I'm constrain'd to do: Well, sir, I mean to seize on w
- 839 JOYCE. I'll first be buried quick.GERT. How! ashamed? 'Sfoot, I trow, "if I had set my affection on a collier, I'd ne'er fall back, unless it were in the right kind: if I did, let me be tied to a stake, and burnt to death with cha
- 840 2D SER. Yes, faith; we shall have him again within this week. [_Aside._ 1ST SER. Well, sir, your forty s.h.i.+llings; and we'll have some compa.s.sion on you.SPEND. Will you but walk with me unto that house, And there you shall receive it.SER. What,
- 841 JOYCE. Why did my inquiring eye take in this fellow, And let him down so easy to my heart, Where, like a conqueror, he seizes on it, And beats all other men out of my bosom?W. RASH. Sister, you're well met. Here's a gentleman desires to be acqua
- 842 W. RASH. When will your tongue be weary?JOYCE. Never.W. RASH. How! never? Come, talk, and I'll talk with you: I'll try the nimble footmans.h.i.+p of your tongue; And if you can out-talk me, your's be the victory.[_Here they two talk and rai
- 843 PRIS. Here's the bread-and-meat-man come.FOX. Well, the bread-and-meat-man may stay a little.PRIS. Yes, indeed, Harry, the bread-and-meat-man may stay; but you know our stomachs cannot stay._Enter_ GATHERSc.r.a.p _with the basket_.FOX. Indeed your st
- 844 STAINES. Serve! no, sir; I have talked with the great Sophy.BUB. I pray, sir, what's the lowest price of being Italianated?STAINES. Sir, if it please you, I will stand to your bounty: and, mark me, I will set your face like a grand signior's, an
- 845 SIR LIONEL. Nay, never do you laugh, for you're i' th' same block.BUB. Is this the Italian fas.h.i.+on?SCAT. No, it is the fool's fas.h.i.+on: And we two are the first that follow it.BUB. _Et tu quoque_. Are we both cosened? Then let&#
- 846 GERA. Nay, I prythee, be not thus unseasonable: Without thee we are nothing.W. RASH. By my troth, and I think so too. You love one another in the way of matrimony, do you not?GERA. What else, man?W. RASH. What else, man? Why, 'tis a question to be as
- 847 WID. Will you put up your naked weapon, sir?SPEND. You shall pardon me, widow, I must have you grant first.WID. You will not put it up?SPEND. Not till I have some token of your love.WID. If this may be a testimony, take it. [_Kisses him._ By all my hopes,
- 848 STAINES. 'Tis true, and that's her maid before her.W. RASH. What a night of conspiracy is here! more villany? there's another goodly mutton going: my father is fleeced of all; grief will give him a box, i' faith--but 'tis no great
- 849 SIR LIONEL. How now, wench; are the females ready yet?The time comes on upon us, and we run backward: We are so untoward in our business, We think not what we have to do, nor what we do.PHIL. I know not, sir, whether they know what to do; but I am sure th
- 850 STAINES. Yes, sir.BUB. O intolerable rascal! I will presently be made a justice of peace, and have thee whipped. Go, fetch a constable.STAINES. Come, y' are a flouris.h.i.+ng a.s.s: serjeant, take him to thee, he has had a long time of his pageantry.SIR
- 851 [158] The story here alluded to (for the notice of which I am obliged to the kindness of Mr Steevens) is to be found in Stubbes's "Anatomie of Abuses," 1595, p. 43. The reader will excuse the length of the quotation. "But amongst many other fearful ex
- 852 "Gallants, men and women, And of all sorts tag rag, been seen to flock here In threaves these ten weeks as to a _second Hogsden_ In days of _Pimlico_ and Eye-bright."--[Gifford's edit., 1816, v. 164.]Pimlico, near Westminster, was formerly resorted to
- 853 --_Steevens._ [217] "Is this the origin of epilogues by the characters?"--_MS. note in former edit._ [218] "This is a very lively and pleasant comedy; crude and careless, but full of life, humour, &c."--_MS. note in former edit._ ALb.u.mAZAR._EDITIONS
- 854 RONCA, } HARPAX, } _thieves_.FURBO, } PANDOLFO, _an old gentleman_.CRICCA, _his servant_.TRINCALO, _Pandolfo's farmer_.ARMELLINA, _Antonio's Maid_. LELIO, _Antonio's son_.EUGENIO, _Pandolfo's son_.FLAVIA, _Antonio's daughter_.SULPITIA, _Pandolfo's d
- 855 ALB. Furbo, this is no place Fit to consider curious points of business: Come, let's away, I'll hear't at large above.Ronca, stay you below, and entertain him With a loud noise, of my deep skill in art; Thou know'st my rosy[239] modesty cannot do it.H
- 856 RON. Sir, 'tis a perspicil,[246] the best under heaven: With this I'll read a leaf of that small Iliad That in a walnut-sh.e.l.l was desk'd, as plainly Twelve long miles off, as you see Paul's from Highgate.PAN. Wonderful workman of so rare an instrum
- 857 CRI. At what?PAN. At this rare perspicil and autocousticon: For with these two I'll hear and see all secrets; Undo intelligencers. Pray, let my man see What's done in Rome; his eyes are just as yours are.RON. Pandolfo, are you mad? be wise and secret; S
- 858 ALB. And, since the lamp of heaven is newly enter'd To Cancer, old Antonio is stark dead, Drown'd in the sea, stone dead; for _radius directorius_ In the sixth house, and the waning moon by Capricorn; He's dead, he's dead.CRI. 'Tis an ill time to mar
- 859 ALB. 'Tis a hard thing; for _de privatione ad habitum non datur regressus_.O, what a business, what a masterpiece 'Tis to raise up his ghost whose body's eaten By fis.h.!.+ This work desires a planetary intelligence Of Jupiter and Sol; and these great
- 860 [234] [Edits., _profit_.][235] Edits., _smoothest_. The versification of this play in general is regular and without hemistiches, were the measure properly attended to.[236] [Steevens's emendation. Edits, have-- "My life h'as learnt out all, I know't
- 861 [270] An Arabic word, written variously by various authors, and signifies a circle drawn parallel to the horizon. It is generally used in the plural, and means a series of parallel circles, drawn through the several degrees of the meridian.--_Johnson's D
- 862 TRIN. T' Antonio's form! Was not Antonio a gentleman?PAN. Yes, and my neighbour; that's his house.TRIN. O, O!Now do I smell th' astrologer's trick: he'll steep me In soldier's blood, or boil me in a caldron Of barbarous law French; or anoint me ove
- 863 RON. So: there's s.h.i.+rts And bands[287] to furnish all on's for a twelvemonth.ALB. An altar in the midst, loaded with plate Of silver basins, ewers, cups, [and] candlesticks, Flagons and beakers; salts, chargers, casting-bottles.[288]'Twere not amis
- 864 TRIN. Gone newly home to choose a chamber fitting For trans.m.u.tation. So: now my heart's at ease.CRI. I fear the skill and cunning of Alb.u.mazar With his black art, by whom Pandolfo seeks To compa.s.s Flavia, spite of her brother Lelio And his own son
- 865 LEL. But were't not better, Cricca, Keep him fast lock'd, till his own shape return; And so by open course of law correct him.CRI. No. For my master would conceive that counsel Sprung from my brains, and so should I repent it.Advise no more, but home, a
- 866 [275] When the king visited the different parts of the country.When the court made those excursions, which were called Progresses, to the seats of the n.o.bility and gentry, waggons and other carriages were impressed for the purpose of conveying the king
- 867 [309] Latham calls it _bat_, and explains it to be "when a hawke fluttereth with her wings, either from the pearch, or the man's fist, striving, as it were, to flie away or get libertie."ACT III, SCENE 1.PANDOLFO, CRICCA.PAN. While the astrologer hews
- 868 PAN. I can cry no longer, My throat's sore; I am robb'd, I am robb'd, all's gone, Both my own treasure, and the things I borrow'd.Make thou an outcry, I have lost my voice: Cry fire, and then they'll hear thee.CRI. Good, good: thieves!What have you
- 869 RON. Just aesop's crow, trink'd up in borrow'd feathers.TRIN. My veins are fill'd with newness: O, for a chirurgeon To ope this arm, and view my gentle blood, To try if't run two thousand pounds a year.I feel my understanding is enlarg'd With the ra
- 870 RON. My dear Antonio, Never so well as now I have the power Thus to embrace my friend, whom all th' Exchange Gave drown'd for three whole months. My dear Antonio!TRIN. I thank you, sir.RON. I thank you.TRIN. While my dear Ronca Clipp'd me,[322] my purs
- 871 BEV. Will't please you Enter, and rest yourself, refresh the weariness Of your hard travel; I have good wine and fruits: My husband's out of town; you shall command My house, and all that's in't.TRIN. Why, are you married?BEV. Have you forgot my husba
- 872 BEV. Fetch't out yourself.TRIN. Pox of all trans.m.u.tation, I am smother'd.Lady, as you love me, give the hogshead vent, The beer that's in't will work and break the vessel.BEV. Signior Antonio, as you love your life, Lie still and close, for, if you
- 873 "The bird of Jove, _stoop'd_ from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove."[321] _i.e._, Two footmen in _garded_ or _laced_ liveries. So in "The Merchant of Venice," act ii. sc. 2-- "Give him a livery More _garded_ than his fellows
- 874 ANT. By all the oaths that bind men's consciences To truth, I am Antonio, and no other.SCENE III._Enter_ PANDOLFO.PAN. What means this noise? O Cricca! what's the matter?CRI. Sir, here's your farmer Trincalo, transform'd So just, as he were melted, an
- 875 FLA. Mark! his fair daughter Flavia, ha, ha, ha!Most shameless villain, how he counterfeits!ANT. Know'st not thy father, old Antonio?Is all the world grown frantic?FLA. What, Antonio? ANT. Thy loving father, Flavia.FLA. My father!Would thou wert in his p
- 876 TRIN. He calls me gentleman: See th' virtue of good clothes! All men salute, Honour, respect, and reverence us.ANT. Young gentleman, Let me without offence entreat your name, And why you knock?TRIN. How, sirrah saucebox, my name!Or thou some stranger art
- 877 TRIN. Thou'rt much deceiv'd: thou neither see'st nor know'st me.I am transform'd, transform'd.CRI. Th' art still thyself.Lelio, this farmer's half a fool, half knave; And as Pandolfo did with much entreaty Persuade him to transform, so, as much la
- 878 SCENE XI.ARMELLINA, TRINCALO.ARM. Signior Antonio!My long-expected master!TRIN. O Armellina! Come, let me kiss thy brow[338] like my own daughter.ARM. Sir, 'tis too great a favour. I kiss your foot.What, fall'n? alas! how feeble you are grown With your
- 879 SCENE XII.LELIO, CRICCA.LEL. In, Armellina; lock up Trincalo.ARM. I will, sir. [_Exit._ LEL. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy master's anger: I'll prefer thee, And count thee as my genius or good fortune. CRI. It cannot choose b
- 880 [337] _i.e._, Three. A metaphor taken from the game at cards called _Gleek_, where a _gleek_ of knaves is three.--_Pegge._ [338] It is observed by Mr Steevens, that "it was formerly the fas.h.i.+on to kiss the eyes, as a mark of extraordinary tenderness.
- 881 FUR. Search your nativity; see if the Fortunates And Luminaries be in a good aspect, And thank us for thy life. Had we done well, We had cut thy throat ere this.ALB. Alb.u.mazar, Trust not these rogues: hence, and revenge.RON. Fellows, away; here's compa
- 882 PAN. 'Tis o' th' further side All expectation.ANT. Was't not right, and spoken Like old Antonio?PAN.[353] 'Tis most admirable!Were't he himself that spoke, he could not better't.And for thy sake I wish Antonio's shape May ever be thy house, and's
- 883 TRIN. Welcome, old trusty Trincalo; good farmer, welcome! Give me thy hand; we must not part hereafter. Fie, what a trouble 'tis to be out of a man's self! If gentlemen have no pleasure but what I felt to-day, a team of horses shall not drag me out of m
- 884 TRIN. What ails you, sir? what ails you?PAN. I am undone! I have lost my love, my plate, My whole estate, and with the rest myself.TRIN. Lose not your patience too. Leave this lamenting, And lay the town; you may recover it.PAN. 'Tis to small purpose. In
- 885 [350] St Paul's, at this time, was constantly open, and the resort equally of the busy and the idle. A contemporary writer thus describes _Paul's Walke:_ It "is the land's epitome, or you may call it the lesser ile of Great Brittaine. It is more than
- 886 Our long-time-rumour'd Hog, so often cross'd By unexpected accidents, and toss'd From one house to another: still deceiving Many men's expectations, and bequeathing To some lost labour: is at length got loose, Leaving his servile yoke-stick to the goo
- 887 HAD. Thanks, good coz, the means shall not be great, only that I may first be clad in a generous outside, for that is the chief attraction that draws female affection. Good parts, without habiliments of gallantry, are no more set by in these times than a
- 888 ATLAS. But being now you do, I fear you must go without it.HAD. If I do, Atlas, be it so: I'll e'en go write this rhyme over my bed's head-- _Undone by folly; fortune, lend me more.Canst thou, and wilt not? pox on such a wh.o.r.e!_ and so I'll set up
- 889 ALB. 'Tis wronged Carracus by Albert's baseness: I have no power now to reveal myself.CAR. The horses stand at the appointed place, And night's dark coverture makes firm our safety.My friend is surely fall'n into a slumber On some bank hereabouts; I w
- 890 --"Apius and Virginia," 1575, sig. E 2. These lines are spoken by Haphazard, the Vice, and are used as if the expression were proverbial.[371] Shrove-Tuesday was a holiday for apprentices and working people, as appears by several contemporary writers. S
- 891 Y. LORD W. Never to marry! Peter, I pray bear witness of her words that, when I have attained her, it may add to my fame and conquest.REB. Yes, indeed, an't like your lords.h.i.+p.Y. LORD W. Nay, ye must think, Beck, I know how to woo; ye shall find no b
- 892 _Enter_ ALBERT, _solus_.Conscience, thou horror unto wicked men, When wilt thou cease thy all-afflicting wrath,[381]And set my soul free from the labyrinth Of thy tormenting terror? O, but it fits not!Should I desire redress, or wish for comfort, That hav
- 893 MARIA. 'Tis one you lost, love, when I did bestow A jewel of far greater worth on you.CAR. At what time, fairest?MARIA. As if you knew not! why d'ye make't so strange?CAR. You are dispos'd to riddle; pray, let's see't.I partly know it: where was't
- 894 SER. Indeed, sir, he is at this time not in health, and may not be disturbed.Y. LORD W. Sir, if he were in the pangs of childbed, I'd speak with him._Enter_ CARRACUS.CAR. Upon what cause, gay man?Y. LORD W. 'Sfoot, I think he be disturbed indeed; he spe
- 895 LIGHT. Well, thou hast got one deserves the bringing home with trumpets, and falls to thee as miraculously as the 1000 did to the tailor. Thank your good fortune. But must Hog's man be made drunk?HAD. By all means; and thus it shall be effected: when he
- 896 This is far distant from the paths of men: Nothing breathes here but wild and ravening beasts, With airy monsters, whose shadowing wings do seem To cast a veil of death on wicked livers;[388]Which I live dreadless of, and every hour Strive to meet death,
- 897 CAR. To blow it out? troth, I most kindly thank you, Here's friends.h.i.+p to the life. But, Father Wheybeard, Why should you think me void of reason's fire, My youthful days being in the height of knowledge?I must confess your old years gain experience
- 898 [390] These four lines, which decidedly belong to Maria, in the old copy are a.s.signed to Albert, and form a part of what he says before.--_Collier._ [391: The idea of these answers from an echo seems to have been taken from Lord Stirling's "Aurora,"
- 899 done, indeed.Y. LORD W. Yet I believe Haddit had his part, for, to my thinking, the cellar went round with him when he left us. But are we come to a bed yet? I must needs sleep.P. SER. Come softly by any means, for we are now upon the threshold of my mast
- 900 _Enter_ YOUNG LORD WEALTHY, HOG, _and_ PETER.Y. LORD W. Room for a desirer of justice! what, my sister Maria! who thought to have met you here.MARIA. You may see, brother, unlooked-for guests prove often troublesome.Y. LORD W. Well, but is your husband th