Every Man in His Humour

Every Man in His Humour

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Excerpt: ..."And I in duty will exceed all other, As you in beauty do excel love's mother." LOR. JU. Well, I'll have him free of the brokers, for he utters nothing but stolen remnants. PROS. Nay, good critic, forbear. LOR. JU. A pox on him, hang him, filching rogue, steal from the dead? it's worse than sacrilege. PROS. Sister, what have you here? verses? I pray you let's see. BIA. Do you let them go so lightly, sister? HES. Yes, faith, when they come lightly. BIA. Ay, but if your servant should hear you, he would take it heavily. HES. No matter, he is able to bear. BIA. So are asses. HES. So is he. PROS. Signior Matheo, who made these verses? they are excellent good. MAT. O God, sir, it's your pleasure to say so, sir. Faith, I made them extempore this morning. PROS. How extempore? MAT. Ay, would I might be damn'd else; ask Signior Bobadilla. He saw me write them, at the - (pox on it) the Mitre yonder. MUS. Well, an the Pope knew he cursed the Mitre it were enough to have him excommunicated all the taverns in the town. STEP. Cousin, how do you like this gentleman's verses? LOR. JU. Oh, admirable, the best that ever I heard. STEP. By this fair heavens, they are admirable, The best that ever I heard. ENTER GIULIANO. GIU. I am vext I can hold never a bone of me still, 'Sblood, I think they mean to build a Tabernacle here, well? PROS. Sister, you have a simple servant here, that crowns your beauty with such encomiums and devices, you may see what it is to be the mistress of a wit that can make your perfections so transparent, that every blear eye may look through them, and see him drowned over head and ears in the deep well of desire. Sister Biancha, I marvel you get you not a servant that can rhyme and do tricks too. GIU. O monster! impudence itself! tricks! BIA. Tricks, brother? what tricks? HES. Nay, speak, I pray you, what tricks? BIA. Ay, never spare any body here: but say, what tricks? HES. Passion of my heart! do tricks? PROS. 'Sblood, here's a trick vied, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236703588
  • 9781236703583
  • 2,272,355