Catiline His Conspiracy. the Author B.J

Catiline His Conspiracy. the Author B.J

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1739 edition. Excerpt: ...Have underta'ne it, should Cethegus miss: Their Reason, that they think his open Rashness Will Will suffer easier discovery Than their Attempt, so veiled under Friendship. I'll bring you to your Coach. Tell him, beside, Of Casars coming forth here. Cat. My sweet Madam, Will you be gone? Ful. I am, my Lord, in truth, In some Indisposition. Cat. I do wish You had all your Health, sweet Lady. Lentulus, You'll do her Service. Lent To her Coach, and Duty. S C E N E X. Catiline Solus. Cat. What Ministers Men must for practice use! The rash, th' ambitious, needy, desperate, Foolish, and wretched, ev'n the Dregs of Mankind, To Whores, and Women! Still it must be so. Each have their proper place, and in their Rooms They are the best. Grooms sittest kindle Fires, Slave carry Burdens, Butchers are for Slaughters, Apothecaries, Butlers, Cooks, for Poisons; As these for me: Dull stupid Lentulus, My Stale, with whom I stalk; the rash Ctthegus My Executioner; and fat Longinus, Statilius, Curiut, Ceparius, Cimber, My Labourers, Pioneers, and Incendiaries: With these Domestick Traitors, Bosom-thieves, Whom Custom hath call'd Wives; the readiest Helps To betray heady Husbands, rob the easy, And lend the Moneys on Returns of Lust. Shall Catiline not do now, with these Aids, So sought, so sorted, something shall be call'd Their Labour, but his Prosit? And make Casar Repent his vent'ring Counsels to a Spirit So much his Lord in Mischief? when all these Shall, like the Brethren sprung of Dragons Teeth, Ruin each other, and he fall amongst 'em With Crajsus, Pompey, or who else appears But like, or near a great One. May my Brain Resolve to Water, and my Blood turn Phlegm, Cj My My hands drop off, unworthy of my Sword, . 'And that b'inspired of it self to rip My Breast...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236486838
  • 9781236486837