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Courage, sweet boy, sink not beneath the weight ring, with your own poesio graven in it, that Of crushing mischief. Oh, where's thy dauntless must sing a small treble, word for word, thus : heart,

And if you will my true lover be,
Thy father's spirit! I renounce thy blood,

Come follow me to the green wood.
If thou forsake thy valour.
Lu. See how his grief speaks in his slow-pac'd

Pa. O Lord, sir, I cannot make a picture sing.

Bal. Why? z'lid, I have seen painted things steps! Alas, 'tis more than he can utter, let him go.

sing as sweet;

But I hav't will tickle it, for a conceit i'faith.
Dumb solitary path best suiteth woe.
And. Give me my arms, my armour, Lucio.

Lu. Dear lord, what means this rage; when
lacking use

Alb. Oh, dear Felice, give me thy device. Scarce saves your life, will you in armour rise ?

How shall I purchase love of Rossaline? And. Fortune fears valour, presseth cowardice,

Feli. S'will, flatter hier soundly. Lu. Then valour gets applause, when it hath

Alb. Her love is such, I cannot flatter her; place,

But with my, utmost vehemence of speech, And means to blaze it.

I have ador'd her beauties. And. Nunquam potest non esse.?

Feli. Hast writ good, moving, unaffected Lu. Patience, my lord, may bring your ills rhymes to her? some end.

Alb. O yes, Felice; but she scorns my writ. Ant. What patience, friend, can ruin'd hopes

Feli. Hast thou presented her with sumptuous attend?

gifts? Come, let me die like old Andrugio:

Alb. Alas! my fortunes are too weak to offer Worthy my birth. Oh blood-true-honourd graves

them. Are far more blessed than base life of slaves.

Feli. Oh, then I have it, I'll tell thee what to [Exeunt.


Alb. What, good Felice ?
Feli. Go and hang thyself; I say, go hang


If that thou canst not give, go hang thyself.

I'll time thee dead, or verse thee to the rope.
Enter BALURDO, a Painter with two Pictures,

How think'st thou of a poet that sung thus: and Dildo.

Munera sola pacant, sola addunt munera formam:

Munere solicites Pallada, Cypris erit. Bal. And are you a painter ? sir, can you

Munera, munera.! draw can you draw ?

Alb. I'll go and breathe my woes unto the Pa. Yes, sir.

rocks, Bal. Indeed, la ! now so can my father's fore- And spend my grief upon the deafest seas. horse. And are these the workmanship of your And load most solitary air with plaints.

I'll weep my passion to the senseless trees, hands? Pa. I did limn them.

For woods, trees, sea, or rocky Appenine, Bal. Limn them? a good word, limn them.

Is not so ruthless as my Rossaline. Whose picture is this ? Anno Domini 1599. Be- Farewell, dear friend, expect no more of me; lieve me, Master Anno Domini was of a good Here ends my part in this love's comedy? settled age when you limnd him.

[Exit ALBERTO. Exit Painter. old? Let's see the other. Etatis suæ 24. By'r

Feli. Now, Master Balurdo, whither are you
Lady, he is somewhat younger. Belike Master going, ha ?
Etatis suæ was Anno Domini's son.

Bal. Signior Felice, how do you, faith, and
Pa. Is not your master a-

by my troth, how do you ? Dil. Ho hath a little proclivity to him.

Feli. Whither art thou going, bully? Pa. Proclivity, good youth? I thank you for

Bal. And as Heaven help me, how do you? your courtly proclivity.

How, do you i'faith he? Bal. Approach, good sir. I did send for you

Feli. Whither art going, man ? to draw me a device, an Imprezza, by Sinecdoche

Bal. O God, to the court! I'll be willing to a Mott. By Phæbus' crimson taffeta mantle, I give you grace and good countenance, if may think I speak as melodiously,— Jook you, sir, how

but see you in the presence. think you on't? I' would have you paint me,

Feli. Oh, to court? farewell. for my device, a good fat leg of ewe mutton,

Bal. If you see one in a yellow taffeta doublet, swimming in stewed broth of plum (boy, keel?

cut upon carnation velure, a green hat, a blue your mouth, it runs over), and the words shall pair of velvet hose, a gilt rapier, and an orange be, Hold my dish, whilst I spill my pottage. tawny pair of worsted silk stockings, that's I,

that's I. Sure, in my conscience, 'twould be the most sweet device, pow.

Feli. Very good; farewell. Pa. 'Twould scent of kitchen stuff too much.

Bal. Ho, you shall know me as easily. I ha' Bal. God's neakes, now I remember me, I ha' bought me a new green feather with a red sprig; the rarest device in my head that ever breathed. you shall see my wrought shirt hang out at my Can you paint me a drivelling, reeling song, and

breeches; you shall know me. let the word be, Uh?

Feli. Very good, very good; farewell. Pa. A belch.

Bal. Marry, in the mask 'twill be somewhat Bal

. Oh, no, no. Uh, paint me uh, or nothing. hard. But if you hear anybody speak so wittily
Pa. It cannot be done, sir, but by a seeming
kind of drunkenness.
Bal. No? Well, let me have a good massy

I'Gifts alone appease: gifts alone add beauty:
Should you solicit Pallas with a gift, she will be a


Gifts, gists.' 1 'It is never possible not to be.'

? comedy often means a play generally. 2 keel-cool skim,

3 word-motto.

3 velure-velvet.

1599 years

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that he makes all the room laugh, that's I, that's Pie. Nay, faith, sweet niece, I was mights L. Fareweil, good Sigaiur.

(Eseunt. strung in ibought we sbould have shut up night

with an old evinedy. The Prince of Milan shail Ender FOROBC0, CASTILIO, a Boy carrying a

have Jellida, sad thou shouldst lavegilt harp; Pipo, MELLIDA in night apparel,

Ros. Nutely, good sweet uncle. I tell you, KOSSALINE, FLAVIA, two Pages.

sir, I have thirty-nine servants, and my monkos, Pie. Advance the music's prize;' now, cap'ring that makes the torticth. Now, I love all of thein wits,

lightly for something, but affect none of theri Rise to your highest mount; let choice delight seriously for anything. One's a passionate fou'. Garland the brow of this triumphant night. and he tinctors me above belief; the cond's 2 'Boot, a sits like Lucifer himself.

testy ape, and he rails at me beyond reason; th” Ros. Good, sweet duke, first let their voices third's as grave as some censur, and he stroke: strain for music's price. Give me the golden up his mustachoes three times, and makes six harp. Faith, with your favour, I'll be ump'ress. plots' of set faces before he speaks oue wisu

Pie. Sweet niece, content. Boys, clear your word; the fourth's ns dry as the burr of an artivoice and sing.

[First Boy sings. choke; the fifth paints, and bath always a good Ros. By this gold, I had rather have a servant colour for what lie speaks; the sixthwith a short nose and a thin hair, than have Pie. Stay, stay, sweet niece; what makes you such a high stretch'd minikin? voice.

thus suspect young galants' worth? Pie. Fair niece, your reason?

Ros. Oh, when I see one wear a periwig, 1 Ros. By the sweet of love, I should fear ex dread his hair; another wallow in a great slop.: tremely that he were an eunuch.

I mistrust the propor:ion of his thigh; and scars Cus. Spark: spirit, how like you his voice? a ruffled boot, I lear the fashion of his leg. The

Ros. Spark spirit, how like you his voice ? something in each thing, one trick in everything So help me, youth, thy voice squeaks like a dry makes me mistrust imperfection in all parts; and cork shoe. Come, come; let's hear the next. there's the full point of my addiction."

[Second Boy sings. Pie. Trust me, a strong mean.* Well sung,

The cornets sound a cynet. my boy.


in maskery.*
Bal. Hold, hold, hold! Are ye blind? Could Pie. The room's too scant: boys stand in
yo not see my voice coming for the harp? An there, close.
I knock not division on the head, s take hence

Mel. Iu faith, fair sir, I am too sad to dance. the harp, make me a slip, and let me go but for Pie. How's that, how's that? Too sad? B; ninepence. Sir Mark, strike up for Master

Heaven, dance, Balurdo.

[BALURDO sings. And grace him to, or go to,-I say no moro. Judgment, gentlemen, judgment. Was't not

Mel. A burning glass,' the word splendente above line?

Phæbo? I appeal to your mouths that heard my song.

'Tis too curious, I conceit it not. Do mo right, and dubine kvight, Balurdo.

Gal. Faith, I'll tell thee. I'll no longer burn, Ros. Kueel down, and I'll dub thee knight of than you'll shine and smile upon my love. For the golden barp:

look ye, fairest, by your pure sweets, Bal. Indeed, la, do, and I'll make you lady of

I do not dote upon your excellence. the silver fiddlestick.

And faith, unless you shed your brightest beame Ros. Come, kneel, kneel.

Of sunny favour, and acceptive grace

Upon my tender love, I do not burn :
Enter a Page to BALURDO.

Marry but shine, and I'll reflect your beams, Bal. My troth, I thank you, it hath never a With fervent ardour. Faith, I would be louth whistle in't.

to flatter thee, fair soul, because I love, not dote, Rus. Nay, good sweet cuz, raise up your court like thy husband, which thy father sweare, drooping eyes; and I were at the point of To to-morrow morn, I must be. This is all; and ' have and to hold, from this day forward, I would now from henceforth, trust me, Mollida, I'll not be asham'd to look thus lumpish. Shall's dance? speak one wise word to thee more. thou art so sad, hark in mind car. I was about

Mel. I trust ye. to say, but I'll forbear.

Gal. By my troth, I'll speak pure fools to thes Bal. I come, I come; more then, most honey- now, suckle sweet la lies, pine not for my presence;

Mel. You will speak tho likor yourself. I'll return in pomp. Well spoke, Sir Jeffrey Gal. Good faith, I'll accept of the cockscomb, Balurdu. As I am a true knight, I feel honour so you will not refuse the bauble. ablo eloquence begiu to grope me already.

Mel. Nay, good sweet, keep them both; I am [Erit.

enamour'd of neither. Pie. Faith, mad niece, I wonder when thou Gal. Go to, I must take you down for this wilt marry?

Lend me your ear. Ros. Faith, kind uncle, when men abandon Rs. A glowworm? the word, -Splenkel's jealousy, forsake taking of tobacco, and cease to

tantum tencbris.? wear their beards so rudely long. Oh, to have Mat. Ob, lady, the glowworm figurates ms : a husband with a mouth continually smoking, with a bush of furs on the ridgo of his chin, ready still to flop into his foaming chaps; ah! plots--plats, plans, sets. 'tis more than most intolerable.

slop. Slops were large loose breeches.
3 adilichon-inclination, will.

mastery-masquerade. This is necessary to be re 1 Viz, a harp, as will be seen below.

membered in order to understand what futons ? minikin-treble.

3 spurk-bright, lively. pare fool-ix. like a pure fool. nie, a full-toned tenor voice.--DILKE,

6 The Coc.scomb and se were both appartenances 5 i.e., we suppose if he does not beat the others hollow' in singing

iShines only in the dark.'

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valour, which shineth brightest in most dark, Can sting and venom his untainted worth dismal, and horrid achievements.

With the most viperous sound of malice. Strike ; Ros. Or, rather, your glowworm represents Oh, let no glimpse of honour light thy thoughts; your wit, which only seems to have fire in it, If there be any heat of royal breath though indeed 'tis but an ignis fatuus, and shines Creeping in thy veins, oh, stifle it. only in the dark dead pighit of fools' admiration. Be still thyself, bloody and treacherous.

Stat. Lady, my wit hath spurs, if it were dis- Fame not thy house with an admired act posed to ride you.

Of princely pity. Piero, I am come Ros. Faith, sir, your wit's spurs have but walk- To soil thy house with an eternal blot ing rowels; dull, blunt, they will not draw blood: Of savage cruelty; strike, or bid me strike. the gentlemen ushers may admit them the pre I pray my death; that thy ne'er-dying shame sence, for any wrong they can do to ladies. Might live immortal to posterity.

Bal. Truly, I have strained a note above Ela? | Come, be a princely hangman, stop my breathi. for a device; look you, 'tis a fair rul'd singing Oh dread thou shame no more than I dread death. book; the word, Perfect, if it were prickt.2

Pie. We are amaz'd, our royal spirits numb'd, Fla. Though you are mask'd, I can guess who In stiff astonish'd wonder at thy prowess, you are by your wit. You are not the exquisite Most mighty, valiant, and high tow'ring heart. Balurdo, the most rarely shap'd Balurdo.

We blush, and turn our hate upon ourselves, Bal. Who, I? No, I am not Sir Jeffrey For hating such an unpeerd excellence. Balurdo. I am not as well known by my wit I joy my state : him whom I loath'd before, as an alehouse by a red lattice. I am not worthy That now I hononr, love, nay more, adore. to love and be beloved of Flavia.

[The stilli flutes sound a mournful Fla. I will not scorn to favour such good parts

cynet. Enter a coffin. as are applauded in your rarest self.

But stay; what tragic spectacle appears ! Bal. Truly you speak wisely, and like a Whose body bear you in that mournful hearse? gentlewoman of fourteen years of age. You Lu. The breathless trunk of young Antonio. know the stone called lapis; the nearer it comes Mel. Antonio (ay me), my lord! my love! to the fire, the hotter it is: and the bird, which mythe geometricians call avis, the farther it is from And. Sweet precious issue of most honour'd the earth, the nearer it is to the heaven; and blood, love, the nigher it is to the flame, the more re Rich hope, ripe virtue, oh untimely loss! mote (there's a word, remote), the more remote Come hither, friend. Prythee, do not weep. it is from the frost. Your wit is quick ; a little Why, I am glad he's dead; he shall not ses thing pleaseth a young lady, and a small favour His father's vanquish'd by his enemy, contenteth an old courtier.

Even in princely honour; nay, prythee, speak!

How died the wretchod boy?

Lu. My lord! Pie. What might import this flourish? Bring And. I hope he died yet like my son, i'faith. us word.

Lu. Alas, my lord! Feli. Stand away: hero's such a company of

And. He died unforc'd," I trust, and valiantly. fly-boats, hulling about this galeass of greatness,

Lu. Poor gentleman, beingthat there's no boarding him.

And. Did his hand shake, or his eye look Do you hear yon thing call'd duke?

dul), Pie. How now, blunt Felice; what's the His thoughts reel, fearful when he struck the news?

stroke? Feli. Yonder's a knight hath brought An- And if they did, I'll rend them out the hearse, drugio's head, and craves admittance to your Rip up his cerecloth, mangle his bleak face, chair of state.

That when he comes to heaven, the powers

divine Cornets sound a cynet. Enter ANDRUGIO, in Shall ne'er take notice that he was my son.

I'll quite disclaim his birth. Nay, prythee, Pie. Conduct him with attendance sumptuous; speak: Sound all the pleasing instruments of joy ; And 'twere not hoop'd with steel, my breast Make triumph stand on tiptoe whilst wo meet:

would break. O sight most gracious, o revenge most sweet! Mel. Oh that my spirit in a sigh could mount

And. [reads]. We vow, by the honour of our Into the sphere, where thy sweet soul doth rest! birth, to recompense any man that bringeth An Pie. Oh that my tears, bedewing thy wan drugio's head, with twenty thousand double pistolets, cheek, and the endearing to our choicest lore.

Could make new spirit sprout in thy cold blood! Pie. We still with most unmov'd resolvd con Bal. Verily, he looks as pitifully as a pour firm

John; as I am true knight, I could weep liku Our large munificence: and here breathe

a ston'd horse. A sad and solemn protestation:

And. Villain, 'tis thou hast murdered my son! When I recall this vow, oh, let our house

Thy unrelenting spirit (thou black dog,
Be even commanded, stain'l, and trampled on, That took'st no passion of his fatal love)
As worthless rubbish of nobility:

Hath forc'd him give his life untimely end.
And. Then here, Piero, is Andrugio's head, Pie. Oh that my life, her love, my dearest
Royally casked in a helm of steel:

blood Give me thy love, and take it. My dauntless Would but redeem one minute of his breath! soul

Ant. I seize that breath. Stand not amaz'd, Hath that unbounded vigour in his spirits

great states: That it can bear more rank indignity,

I rise from death that never liv'd till now, With less impatience than thy cancred bate


· Ela--the highest note in the scale of music ai.e. if the music were priekerl or written on it.

Istin_? low-toned.
2 unfored--willingly.
passion-compassion, pity,

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Piero, keep thy vow, and I enjoy

I promised twenty thousand double pistolets, More unexpressed height of happiness

With the indearing to my dearest love, Than power of thought can reach; if not, lo To him that brought thy head; thine be the here

gold, There stands my tomb, and here a pleasing To solemnize our houses' unity; stage:

My love be thine, the all I have be thine. Most wish'd spectators of my tragedy,

Fill us fresh wine, the form we'll take by this; To this end have I feign'd, ihat her fair eye, We'll drink a health, while they two sip a kiss. For whom I liv'd, might bless me ere I die. Now there remains no discord that can sound Mel. Can breath unconceived Harsh accents to the ear of our accord : thoughts?

So please you niece to match. Can words describe my infinite delight

Ros. Troth, uncle, when my sweet-fac'd cuz Of seeing thee, my lord Antonio ?

hath told me how she likes the thing called wel. Oh no; conceit, breath, passion, words, be dumb, lock, may be I'll take a survey of the checkroll Whilst I instil the dew of my sweet bliss, of my servants; and he that hath the best parts In the soft pressure of a melting kiss!

of, I'll prick him down for my husband. Sic, sic jurat ire sub umbras.?

Bal. For passion of love now, remember me to Pie. Fair son (now I'll be proud to call thee my mistress, lady Rossaline, when she is prick son),

ing down the good parts of her servants. As I Enjoy me thus : my very breast is thine; am true knight, I grow stiff ; I shall carry it. Possess me freely, I am wholly thine.

Pie. I will. Ant. Dear father.

Sound Lydian wires, once make a pleasing And, Sweet son, sweet son, I can speak no note, more:

On Nectar streams of your sweet airs, to float. My joy's passion flows above the shore,

Ant. Here ends the comic crosses of true love; And chokes the current of my speech.

Oh! may the passage most successful prove! Pie. Young Florence prince, to you my lips

must beg For a remittance of your interest.

EPILOGUE. Gal. In your fair daughter, with all my

thought. So help me faith, the naked truth I'll unfold;

Gentlemen, though I remain an armed Epilogue, le that was ne'er hot will soon be cold.

I stand not as a peremptory challenger of desert, Pie. No man elso makes claim unto her? either for him that composed the comedy, or for Vat. The valiant speak truth in brief: no us that acted it; but a most submissive suppliant

Bal. Truly, for Sir Jeffrey Balurdo, he disclaims to have had anything in her,

for both. What imperfection you have seen in Pie. Then here I give her to Antonio.

us, leave with us, and we'll amend it; what Royal, valiant, most respected prince,

hath pleased you, take with you, and cherish it. Let's clips our hands; I'll thus observo my You shall not be more ready to embrace any.

thing commendable, than we will endeavour to

amend all things reprovable. What we are, is I depaint--paint, depict. I'Thus, thus, I delight to go under his protection.'

by your favour. What we shall be, rests all in * cisp-clasp

your applausive encouragements.

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Dramatis persona.

In addition to those in the fust part.
GASPER STROTZO, a Vinion of Piero.

MARIA, Andrugio's Wife.
L'ASDCLPHO FELICE, Félice's Father.


NUTRICE, her Maid.

frower in it

The rawish dank of clumsy winter ramps ! Oh now, methinks, a sullen tragic scene
The fluent summer's vein; and drizzling sleet Would suit the time, with pleasing congruenor
Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numb'd earth, May we be happy in our weak devoir,
Whilst snarling gusts nibble the juiceless leaves And all part pleased in most wish'd con-
From the nak'd shuddering branch; and peels tent;
the skin

But sweat of Hercules can ne'er beget
From off the soft and delicate aspects.

So blest an issue. Therefore, we proclaim,

If any spirit breathes within this round, 5-? creeps ur, seizes on.

Uncapable of weighty passion

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blood, a poniard in one hand bloody, and a . Die

(As from his birth, being hugged in the arms,

And stifled with true sense of misery,
And nuzzled i 'twixt the breasts of happiness), If ought of these strains fill this consort' up-
Who winks, and shuts his apprehension up

Th' arrive most welcome. Oh that our power
From common sense of what men were, and are, Could lackey or keep wing with our desires,
Who would not know what men must be-let That with unused paize of style and sense,

We might weigh massy in judicious scale! Hurry amain from our black-visag'd shows: Yet here's the prop that doth support our hopes, We shall affright their eyes. But if a breast When our scenes falter, or invention halts, Nail'd to the earth with grief, if any heart

Your favour will give crutches to our faults.// Pierc'd through with anguish pant within this ring

[Exit. If there be any blood whose heat is chok'd inuzzled, nusled, nursled-nursed.

1 consort-company. ACT I.-SCENE I.

Str. How now! Fut, I'll not smother your

speech. Enter PIERO unbraced, his arms bare, smeared in

Pie. Nay, right thine eyes: 'twas but a little

spleen. torch in the other; STROTZO following him (Huge plunge! with a cord.

Sin's grown a slave, and must observe slight evils;

Huge villains are inforc'd to claw all deyils.) Pie. Ho, Gasper Strotzo, bind Felice's trunk

Pish, sweet thy thoughts and give meUnto the panting side of Mellida. [Exit STR.

Str. Stroke not the head of infant speech! Go to 'Tis yet dead night, yet all the earth is clutch'd

Pie. Nay, calm this storm. I ever held thy In the dull leaden hand of snoring sleep.

breast No breath disturbs the quiet of the air,

More secret, and more firm in league of blood, No spirit moves upon the breast of earth,

Than to be struck in heat with each slight puff. Save howling dogs, night crows, and screeching Give me thy ears ; huge infamy owls,

Press down my honour; if even then, when
Save meagre ghosts, Piero, and black thoughts. His fresh act of prowess bloom'd out full,
One, two. Lord, in two hours what a topless I had ta'en vengeance on his hated head-

Str. Why it had-
Of unpeer'd mischief have these hands cast up! Pie. Could I avoid to give a seeming grant

Unto fruition of Antonio's love?
I can scarce coop triumphing vengeance up

Str. No. From bursting forth in braggart passion.,

Pie. And didst thou ever see a Judas kiss, Str. My lord, 'tis firmly said that,

With a more covert touch of fleering hate?

Str. No. Pie. Andrugio sleeps in peace: this brain hath chok'd

Pie. And having clipt them with pretence of The organ of his breast. Felice hangs


Have I not crush'd them with a cruel wring?
But as a bait upon the line of death,
To 'tice on mischief. I am great in blood,

Str. Yes.
Unequall'd in revenge. You horrid scouts

Pie. Say, faith, didst thou e'er hear, or read, or
That sentinel swart night, give loud applauso
From your large palms. First know, my heart

Such happy vengeance, unsuspected death? was rais'd

That I should drop strong poison in the bowl, Unto Andrugio's life upon this ground.

Which I myself carous'd unto his health Str. Duke, 'tis reported

And future fortune of our unity, Pie. We both were rivals in our May of blood,

That it should work even in the hush of night, Unto Maria, fair Ferrara's heir.

And strangle him on sudden; that fair show He won the lady to my honour's death,

Of death, for the excessive joy of his fate, And from her sweets cropp'd this Antonio;

Might choke the murder? Ha! Strotzo, is't not For which I burnt in inward swelt'ring hate,

rare? And fester'd rankling malice in my breast,

Nay, but weigh it. Then Felice stabbed Till I might belki revenge upon his eyes:

(Whose sinking thought fright'ned my conscious

heart), And now (O blessed now!) 'tis done. Hell, night, Give loud applause to my hypocrisy.

And laid by Mellida, to stop the match, When his bright valour even dazzled sense,

And hale on mischief. This all in one night! In off'ring his own head, public reproach

Is't to be equall'd, think'st thou? Oh, I could eat Had blurr'd my name. Speak, Strotzo, had it

Thyfumbling throat, for thy lagg'd censure. Fut,

Ist not rare? not?

Str. Yes.
I had- If then-
Str. It had, so please-

Pie. No? yes ? nothing but no, and yes, dull
Pie. What had so please ? Unseasoned syco-


Canst thou not honey me with fluent speech, phant, Piero Sforza is no numbed lord,

And even adore my topless villany? Senseless of all true touch; stroke not the head

Will I not blast my own blood for revengo ? Of infant speech, till it be duly born;

Must not thou straight be perjur'd for revenge ?
Go to.

And yet no creature dream 'tis my revenge.
Will I not turn a glorious bridal morn

Unto a Stygian night? Yet naught but no, and
I belk-belch.



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