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. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... such thing in nature, If Almerin be lost. Mel. Thus then: you must Be taken pris'ner too, and by exchange Save Almerin. Aside iph. How can that be? Aside 65 Mel. Why He studies, then calls to the Gaoler Step in, Re-snttr Gaoler And pray him set his hand, about This distance; his seal, too Shows him a writing ...
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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. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... such thing in nature, If Almerin be lost. Mel. Thus then: you must Be taken pris'ner too, and by exchange Save Almerin. Aside iph. How can that be? Aside 65 Mel. Why He studies, then calls to the Gaoler Step in, Re-snttr Gaoler And pray him set his hand, about This distance; his seal, too Shows him a writing Goo. If't be no more 7o Mel. Tell him that Iphigene and I desire it. Exit Gaoler I'll send by Strathocles his servant A letter to Morat thus sign'd and seal'd, That shall inform the sudden execution; Command him, as the only means 75 To save his life, to sally out this night Upon his quarters, and endeavour prisoners. Name you as most secure and slightest guarded, Best pledge of safety; but charge him that he kill Not any, if it be avoidable; 8o Lest't should enrage the king yet more, and make His death more certain. Re-enter Gaoler with the writing Gao. He understands you not, he says, but he Has sent it. Mel. So. 85 Iph. But should Morat mistrust now, or this miscarry? Mel. Come, Leave it to me: I'll take the pilot's part, And reach the port, or perish in the art. Exeunt ACT II Scene I Enter Almerin, in prison Aim. Sleep is as nice as woman: the more I court it, The more it flies me. Thy elder brother will Be kinder yet: unsent-for death will come. To-morrow I well, what can to-morrow do? 'Twill cure the sense Of honour lost: I and my discontents Shall rest together. What hurt is there in this? But death against the will Is but a slovenly kind of potion; And, though prescrib'd by heaven, it goes against 1o Men's 1 So does it at fourscore too, when the soul's mew'd up In narrow darkness, neither sees nor hears. Pish, 'tis mere fondness in our nature, A certain clownish cowardice, that still 15 Would stay at home, and dares not venture into...
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Good. No dustjacket as issued. Shelf wear & small scuff marks on boards. Small tear at bottom of spine. Top edge gilt with light wear & fading. Previous owners bookplate on front inside board. Front signature loose.
