Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1872. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... My deeds with pride, may my tongue blister, till't Infect my breath with epidemic heat. Herm. You hear his vows 1 Seem fond. If you can shed A tear or two, the more to credit this Atonement, 'twill much advantage our pretence. Sir, now enjoy what your indulgent grief Merits to keep, e'en from the hands of death. Good heart, see how she weeps I King kisses her. Alb. I'm soon o'ercome in this soft war. S'death all Can thaw but I. I never wept, but when Th'unruly wind blew in my eyes; and 'tis No argument for stern battle; else I Would fight. To testify the joy my soul Conceives, I'll drink Herm. Sir, you neglect to use her like a lover, With amorous gestures, Alb. Fill me a bowl with Negro's blood, congeal'd Even into livers! Tell her, Hermegild, I'll swallow tar to celebrate her health. Herm. Sir, this dull German phrase makes her suspect Your temperance. Mark how she trembles! Alb. I must go learn to compliment. Dost hear? I'st fit I proffer her to mingle limbs? Thou know'st Hirm. Sir, not to-night. That was a serious suit She bade me make, when first she purpos'd this Atonement. Alb. I do obey. Though I have thoughts would fain Persuade me to rebellion. Exeunt Alb. Ehod. Herm. This was a subtle caution, else my hopes Had twice been cuckolded. Let 'em revel With their salt lips. Th' other sport is fulsome. But Paradine disturbs my sleep; he's young, F Enrich'd with all the fertile strength of nature; And needs must prove more riotous in sin Than I. My dark practice, and use Of silent contemplation, has made My marrow thin and black; like ink within My bones. I want the prompt alacrity. The Queen Hath tasted him, and may, perhaps, still to Possess his lust, remove Valdaura from This foggy soil; then make him lord of all My hopes. This to prevent, I have decreed, ...
