Sammlung Volume 9; The Text Formed a New Collation of the Early Editions in Eleven Volumes. Beggars' Bush. - Love's Cure. - The Maid in the Mill. - A Wife for a Month. - Rule a Wife and Have a Wife
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Francis Beaumont
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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. 1845 Excerpt: ...ne'er had so weak a presenter. Amin. Sure, I was ne'er the wiser for Minerva, That I find yet about me. ANroN1o whispers ISMENIA Ism. My dwelling, sir? 'Tis a poor yeoman's roof, scarce a league off, That never sham' d me yet. Ant. Your gentle pardon! I vow my erring eyes had almost cast you For one of the most mortal enemies That our family has. Ism. I am sorry, sir, I am so like your foe: 'twere fit I hasted From your offended sight. Ant. Oh, mistake not! It was my error, and I do confess it. You'll not believe you 're welcome; nor can I speak it; But there 's my friend can tell you; pray, hear him. Mart. Shall I tell her, sir? I 'm glad of the employment. Ant. A kinswoman to that beauty? Amin. Akin to her, sir; But nothing to her beauty. Ant. Do not wrong it; It is not far behind her. Amin. Her hinder parts Are not far off, indeed, sir. Mart. Let me but kiss you with his ardour now, You shall feel how he loves you. Ism. Oh, forbear! 'Tis not the fashion with us. But would you Persuade me that he loves me? Mart. I 'll warrant you, He dies in 't; and that were witness enough on 't. Ism. Love me, sir! can you tell me for what reason? Mart. Fie! will you ask me? that which you have about you. Ism. I know nothing, sir. Mart. Let him find it, then: He constantly believes you have the thing That he must love you for; much is apparent, A sweet and lovely beauty. Ism. So, sir; pray you, Shew me one thing: did he ne'er love before? I know you are his bosom-counsellor. Nay, then, I see your answer is not ready; I 'll not believe you, if you study farther. Mart. Shall I speak truth to you? Ism. Or speak no more. Mart. There was a smile thrown at him, from a lady, VVhose d...
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