The Mad Lover

The Mad Lover

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Excerpt: ... look't upon, nor one that braver Became his grief; your will with us? Pol. Great Lady, Plucks out the Cup. Excellent beauty. Cal. He speaks handsomely. What a rare rhetorician his grief plaies! Pg 41 That stop was admirable. Pol. See, see thou Princess, Thou great commander of all hearts. Cal. I have found it, O how my soul shakes! Pol. See, see the noble heart Of him that was the noblest: see and glory (Like the proud God himself) in what thou hast purchas'd, Behold the heart of Memnon: does it start ye? Cal. Good gods, what has his wildness done? Pol. Look boldlie, You boldlie said you durst, look wretched woman, Nay flie not back fair follie, 'tis too late now, Vertue and blooming honour bleed to death here, Take it, the Legacie of Love bequeath'd ye, Of cruel Love a cruel Legacie; What was the will that wrought it then? can ye weep? Imbalm it in your truest tears If women can weep a truth, or ever sorrow sunk yet Into the soul of your sex, for 'tis a Jewel The worlds worth cannot weigh down, Take it Lady; And with it all (I dare not curse) my sorrows, And may they turn to Serpents. Eumen. How she looks Still upon him! see now a tear steals from her. 2 Capt. But still she keeps her eye firm. Pol. Next read this, But since I see your spirit somewhat troubled I'le doe it for ye. 2 Capt. Still she eyes him mainlie. Goe happy heart for thou shalt lye Intomb'd in her for whom I dye Example of her cruelty. Tell her if she chance to chide Me for slowness in her pride That it was for her I died. If a tear escape her eye 'Tis not for my memory But thy rights of obsequy. Pg 42 The Altar was my loving breast, My heart the sacrificed beast, And I was my self the Priest. Your body was the sacred shrine, Your cruel mind the power divine Pleas'd with hearts of men, not kine. Eumen. Now it pours down. Pol. I like it rarelie: Ladie. Eumen. How greedily she swallows up his language! 2 Capt. Her eye inhabits on him. Pol. Cruel Ladie, Great as your beautie...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236694120
  • 9781236694126