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. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...all over. Will you please to see her, Sir? Trum. Will I see her, Blockhead? yes; go out and kneel to her And pray her to come in. (Exit Serv.) Scene 3. Lucia (veil'd), Truman. Trum. This is a favour, Madam! That I as little hop'd, as I am able To thank you for it--But why all this muffling? Why a disguise, my ...
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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. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...all over. Will you please to see her, Sir? Trum. Will I see her, Blockhead? yes; go out and kneel to her And pray her to come in. (Exit Serv.) Scene 3. Lucia (veil'd), Truman. Trum. This is a favour, Madam! That I as little hop'd, as I am able To thank you for it--But why all this muffling? Why a disguise, my Dearest, between us? Unless to increase, my desire first, and then my joy to see thee Thou cast this subtil night before thy beauty. And now like one scorch'd with some raging Feaver, Upon whose flames no dew of sleep has faln, I do begin to quarrel with the Darkness, And blame the sloathful rising of the Morn, And with more joy shall welcome it, than they Whose Icy dwellings the cold Bear o're-looks, When after half the years Winter and Night, Day and the Spring at once salutes their sight! Thus it appears, thus like thy matchless beauty, When this black Clowd is vanish'd. offers to pull off the fetl. Why d 'e you shrink back, my Dearest? I prethee let me look a little on thee: 'Tis all the pleasure Love has yet allow'd me, And more than Nature does in all things else. At least speak to me; well may I call it Night When Silence too thus joyns it self with Darkness. Ha! I had quite forgot the cursed Oath I made--Pish! what's an Oath forc'd from a Lover's Tongue? 'Tis not recorded in Heaven's dreadful book, But scatter'd loosely by the breath that made it: Away with it; to make it was but a Rashness, To keep it were a Sin--Dear Madam--Offers agen, but she refuses, and gives him a Note. Ha! let's see this then first! He reads. You know I have forgiven your unkind Oath to your Father, and shall never suffer you to be perjur'd. I come onely to let you know, that the Physician and the Tothecary will do this morning what we propos'd; be ready at...
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