The Tragedy of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary

The Tragedy of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...our sweet mistress, parted she among all this? IsENTRUDE. At last he mounted with his knights, song and sobbing heard side by side, and chanting. Yet close by, that most faithful lady followed after her true spouse. For when she would return, the force of love and pain drew her a day's journey on; and yet that not enough. GUTA. And thou wentest forth also? IsENTRUDE. Another full day's journey done, Rudolph the Cup-bearer urged over-masteringly that she should back, which had to be. GUTA. They fell on one another's neck? ISENTRUDE. He commending her to the brotherhood of his brother. So I, in this end of une, bring her home. (Exeunt) SCENE IV.--THE SAME. (Enter WOLFRAM and other LoRDs.) WOLFRAM. Abroad, a niggard fist, lest the brother's wife sow broadcast with the whole sack; a close hand in hall, lest we laugh too much, and grow pursy. I will anatomize _Raspon to you. He lights the candle at neither end; he hath not in him to be good host, even when drunk; silent when sober, he grows heavy ere he grow merry. But, without weeping, we have Cap-andbells and our own gaiety as cataplasms. (Enter HEINRICH.) HEINRICH. Attend ye the dowager? WOLFRAM. We attend the noble lady. Command you aught, my lord? HEINRICH. No, I keep apart. WOLFRAM. I am excogitating a most quaint habit of attire, something most comely. There was a young blade once bade his tailor make him a doublet, for extreme fancy, cut with one sleeve longer than the other. HEINRICH. Thou forcest a barren soil; a jest out of season lacks for savour. WOLFRAM. Yet thou shalt hear me, for thy sins. When that same doublet was brought home, quoth our gallant, " Thou knave tailor, look at these odd sleeves!"--My Lords, an ye yawn in my face, ye shall...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123684162X
  • 9781236841629