The Works of Beaumont & Fletcher; The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions Volume 2

The Works of Beaumont & Fletcher; The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions Volume 2

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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. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...was granted me. Gob. Why does not your majesty speak I Arb. To whom I Gob. To the princess. Pan. Alas, sir, I am fearful you do look On me as if I were some loathed thing, That you were finding out a way to shun! Gob. Sir, you should speak to her. Arb. Ha! Pan. I know I am unworthy, yet not ill: Arm'd with which innocence, here I will kneel Kneels. Till I am one with earth, but I will gain Some words and kindness from you. Gob.x Will you speak, sir? Arb. Speak! am I what I was? What art thou, that dost creep into my breast, And darst not see my face? shew forth thyself. I feel a pair of fiery wings display'd Hither, from thence. You shall not tarry there; Up, and begone; if thou be'st love, begone! Or I will tear thee from my wounded fleshy, " Gob. Old cds. " Tigr."; and so the modern editors. y flesh So the first 4to. Later eds. " breast " (a word which occurs in the fifth line above); and so the modern editors. Pull thy lov'd down away, and with a quill, By this right arm drawn from thy wanton wing, J Write to thy laughing mother2 in thy blood, That you are powers belied, and all your darts Are to be blown away by men resolv'd, Like dust. I know thou fear'st my words: away! Tigr. Oh, misery! why should he be so slow? There can no falsehood come of loving her: Though I have given my faith, she is a thing Both to be lov'd and serv'd beyond my faith. I would he would present me to her quickly! Aside. Pan. Will you not speak at all? are you so far From kind words I Yet, to save my modesty, That must talk till you answer, do not stand As you were dumb; say something, though it be Poison'd with anger, that maya strike mo dead. Mar. Have you no life at all? for manhood-sake, Let her not kneel, and talk neglected thus: A tree...
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  • English
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