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The Dramatic Works of Thomas Dekker Volume 4; Now First Collected with Illustrative Notes and a Memoir of the Author

The Dramatic Works of Thomas Dekker Volume 4; Now First Collected with Illustrative Notes and a Memoir of the Author

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ISBN10: 1153687984
ISBN13: 9781153687980
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 110
Weight: 0.47
Height: 0.23 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
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. 1622 Excerpt: ... elbow, then you planted there, My poore Girle your fad Queene, breathes yet. King. Long may fhe, Fetch her, commend me to her, cheere her (Father.) Val. With the best hart I haue. Exit. King. Let that slye Bawd Engine of Hell, who wrought vpon thy Chastity Be whipt though Siuill, foure fuch tempting witches May vndoe a City: come, you wronged paire By a King that parted you, you new married are. Inioy each other and profper. Cor. I doe already, Feeling more ioyes then on my Wedding day, I nere till now was married. Tor. Nor I euer happy vntill this houre. Mal. Nor I, as I am true Lord. King. No, fir, y'are no true Lord, you haue a title, A face of honour, as in Courts many haue, For bafe and feruile prostitutions, And you are fuch a one, your Daughters fall Was sirst step to your rising, and her rising Againe to that fweet goodneffe she neuer went from, Must be your fall, and strip you of all honours Your Lordfhip is departed. Mal. Does the Bell ring out 1 I care not Your Kingdome was a departing too, I had a place in Court for nothing, and if it be gon, I can loofe nothing; I ha' beene like a Lord in a play, and that done, my part ends. King. Yes sir, I purge my Court of fuch Infection. Mal. I fhall sind company i'th City I warrant; I am not the sirst hath giuen vp my Cloake of honour. Exit. Enter Valafco, Iolm, and Queene. King. Oh my abuled heart, thy pardon, fee I haue fent home my stolne goods: Qu. Honestly! King. As fhe was euer; now with full cleere eyes I fee thy beauty, and strange Cheekes despife. Qu. You call me from a graue of fhame and forrow. In which I lay deepe buried. Ioh. From a graue likewife Your Maiestie calls me! I haue lookt backe On all my poore Ambitions, and am forry, That I fell euer from fo bright a Spheare, As is the Loue of fu...

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