Cambridge English Classics

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. ... feign'd the quarrel too, to injoy you sweet, Let's lose no time, heark the same noise again. Marg. What noise, why look ye pale? I hear no stirring, This goblin in the vault will be so tipled. You are not well I know by your flying fancy, Your body's ill at ease, your wounds. Duke. I have none, I am as lusty and as full of health, High in my blood. Marg. Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case, willing to please ye, And find you so disable? Duke. Believe me Lady. Marg. I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit I spoil ye, Is it my love do you think? Cacaf. below. Here's to the Duke. Duke. It nam'd me certainly, I heard it plainly sound. Marg. You are hurt mortally, And fitter for your prayers Sir than pleasure, What starts you make? I would not kiss you wantonly, For the world's wealth; have I secur'd my Husband, And put all doubts aside to be deluded? Cacaf. below. I come, I come. Duke. Heaven bless me. Marg. And bless us both, for sure this is the Devil, I plainly heard it now, he will come to fetch ye, A very spirit, for he spoke under ground, And spoke to you just as you would have snatcht me, You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye, Would you were out o'th' house. Duke. I would I were, O' that condition I had leapt a window. Marg. And that's the least leap if you mean to scape Sir, Why what a frantick man were you to come here, What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds, To wound another deeper! Duke. Are you honest then? Marg. Yes then and now, and ever, and excellent honest, And exercise this pastime but to shew ye, Great men are fools sometimes as well as wretches. Would you were well hurt, with any hope of life, Cut to the brains, or run clean through the body, To...