The Works of Thomas Middleton Volume 3

The Works of Thomas Middleton Volume 3

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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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...about it, Parturiunt montes. '-Fri. What's that, I pray, sir? Bun. You promise to mount us. Fri. And belike he was not so good as his word? Bun. So it should seem by the story, for so our names came to be Bunglers. Fri. A lamentable hearing, that so great a house should shrink and fall to ruin! 300 Pur. Two quaters, and yet lose it? heart!--Boy!--i'faith, what is't? Boy. Five pound, sir. Pur. By my troth, this boy goes forward well; ye shall see him come to his preferment i' th' end! Gol. Why, hownow? who's that, gentlemen? a bargeman? Tai. I never have any luck, gallants, till my doublej's off; I'mnot half nimble enough. At this old cinquequater drivel-beard! 310 Gol.1 Your worship must pay me all these, sir. Tai. There, and feast the devil with 'em! Pur. Hell gnaw these dice! Gol. What, do you give over, gallants? Fit? Is't not time? Tai. I protest I have but one angel left to guide me home to my lodging. Gol. How much, thinkest? Fulk, Some fourscore angels, sir. 319 Gol. Peace, we'll join powers anon, and see how strong we are in the whole number. Mass, yon gilt goblet stands so full in mine eye, the whorson tempts me; it comes like cheese after a great feast, to disgest3 the rest: he will hardly 'scape me, i'faith, I see that by him already: back for a parting blow now.--Boy! Vin. Anon, anon, sir. Gol. Fetch a pennyworth of soft wax to seal letters. Tai. Nay, had not I strange casting? thrice together two quaters and a deuce! 331 Pur. Why, was not I as often haunted with two treys and a quater? Re-enter Vintner. Vin. I will, sir. Exit. Re-enter Vintner. Vin. There's wax for your worship.--Anon, anon, sir. Exit. Gol. Screen me a little, you whorson old cross-biter.1 Fulk. Why, what's the business? filch it on hob goblet! Pur. And what more

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  • Paperback | 72 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 145g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236560248
  • 9781236560247