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. 1914 Excerpt: ...Men. This but done, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. fol. Prithee now, Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf 91 Than flatter him in a bower. Enter Cominius. Here is Cominius. Com. I ...
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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. 1914 Excerpt: ...Men. This but done, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. fol. Prithee now, Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf 91 Than flatter him in a bower. Enter Cominius. Here is Cominius. Com. I have been i' the market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit You make strong party, or defend yourself By calmness or by absence: all's in anger. Men. Only fair speech. Com. I think 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit. Vol. He must, and will. Prithee now, say you will, and go about it. Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? must I, With my base tongue, give to my noble heart 100 A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't: Yet, were there but this single plot to lose, This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw't against the wind. To the market-place! You have put me now to such a part, which never I shall discharge to the life. Com. Come, come, we 'll prompt you. Vol. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Thou hast not done before. Cor. Well, I must do't: I to Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath received an alms! I will not do't; 120 Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness. Vol. At thy choice then: T...
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