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Publisher: General Books LLC (4 Feb. 2012)
By: Francis Beaumont (Author)
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. 1778. Excerpt: ... Enter Calianax. Cal. Let him not in. Biag. O, my lord, J must. Make room. there for my lord. Enter Melantius. Is your lady plac'd? To Mel Mel. Yes, Sir, I thank you. My lord Calianax, well met. Your causeless haje to me, I hope, is buried. Cal. Yes, I do service for your sister here, That brings my own poor child to timeless death: She loves your friend Amintor: such another false-hearted lord as you. Mel. You do me wrong, A most unmanly one, and I am flow In taking vengeance f But be well advis'd. Cal. It may be so. Who plac'd the lady there, So near the presence of the king? Mel. I did. Cos. My sord, me must not sit there. Mel. Why?.':' Cal, The place is kept for women of more worth. Mel. More worth than she? It mis-becomes your age, And place, to be thus womanish. Forbear! What you have spoke, I am content to thiitk The palsy shook your tongue to. Cal. Why, 'tis well if I stand here to place mens wenches. Mel. I shall forget this place, thy age, my fafety, And, thorough all, cut that poor sickly week, Thou hast to live, away from thee. Cal. Nay, I know you can fight for your whore. Mel. Bate the king, and be he nesh and blood, He lyes, that fays it! Thy mother ar fifteen Was black and sinful to her. Diag. Good my lord! Mel. Some god pluck threescore years from that fond man, That That I may kill him, and not stain mine honour. 'It is the curse of soldiers, that in peace They shall be brav'd by such ignoble men, As, if the land were troubled, would with tears And knees beg succour from 'em. 'Would, that blood, That sea of blood, that I have lost in fight, Were running in thy veins, that it might make thee i Apt to fay less, or able to maintain, / Should'st thou fay more! This Rhodes, I fee, is nought I But a place privileg'd to do men wrong. Cal. Ay, yo...