The Works of John Marston; The Dutch Courtezan. the Fawn. the Wonder of Women, Or, the Tragedy of Sophonisba. What You Will

The Works of John Marston; The Dutch Courtezan. the Fawn. the Wonder of Women, Or, the Tragedy of Sophonisba. What You Will

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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. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...constant virtue, besffigrrcT1 chastity, And in the end turns all his jealousies To his own scorn, that lady, I implore, It may be lawful not to praise, but even adore. Enter Gonzago, Granuffo, with full state. Enter the Cornets sounding. Gon. Are our sports ready? is the prince at hand? Here. The prince is now arrived at the court gate. 610 Gon. What means our daughter's breathless haste? Enter Dulcimel in haste. Dul. O my princely father, now or never let your princely wisdom appear!. Gon. Fear not, our daughter, if it rest within human reason, I warrant thee; no, I warrant thee, Granuffo, if it rest in man's capacity. Speak, dear daughter. Dul. My lord, the prince Gon. The prince, what of him, dear daughter? Dul. O Lord, what wisdom our good parents need to shield their chickens from deceits and wiles of kite-like youth! 621 Gon. Her very phrase displays whose child she is. Dul. Alas! had not your grace been provident, A very Nestor in advice and knowledge, Ha! where had you, poor Dulcimel, been now? What vainness had not I been drawn into! Gon. 'Fore God! she speaks very passionately. Alas! daughter, Heaven gives every man his talent; indeed, virtue and wisdom are not fortune's gifts, therefore those that fortune cannot make virtuous, she commonly makes rich; for our own part, we acknowledge Heaven's goodness; and, if it were possible to be as wise again as we are, we would ne'er impute it to ourselves: for, as we be flesh and blood, alas! we are fools; but as we are princes, scholars, and have read Cicero de Oratore, I must confess there is another matter in't. What of the prince, dear daughter? 637 Dul. Father, do you see that tree, that leans just on my chamber window? Gon. What of that tree? Enter Tiberio with his train. Dul. O, sir, but...
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  • Paperback | 84 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 168g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236524144
  • 9781236524140
  • 2,352,362