Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern - Volume 4
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ISBN10: 1153637669
ISBN13: 9781153637664
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 358
Weight: 1.15
Height: 0.79 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781153637664
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 358
Weight: 1.15
Height: 0.79 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ...My blood flew out and back again, as fast As I had puffed it forth and sucked it in Like breath; then was I called away in haste To entertain you. Never was a man Heaved from a sheep-cote to a sceptre, raised So high in thoughts as I. You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever; I did hear you talk, Far above singing. After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched What stirred it so: alas, I found it love! Yet far from lust; for, could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes. For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, Where first you took me up. King--Search out a match Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, And I will pay thy dowry; and thyself Wilt well deserve him. Bellario--Never, sir, will I Marry; it is a thing within my vow: But if I may have leave to serve the princess, To see the virtues of her lord and her, I shall have hope to live. Arethusa--I, Philaster, Cannot be jealous, though you had a lady Drest like a page to serve you; nor will I Suspect her living here.--Come, live with me; Live free as I do. She that loves my lord, Cursed be the wife that hates her! FROM 'THE MAID'S TRAGEDY' CONFESSION OF EVADNE TO AMINTOR Evadne--Would I could say so farewell to my black disgrace! Oh, where have I been all this time? how friended, That I should lose myself thus desperately, And none for pity show me how I wandered? There is not in the compass of the light A more unhappy creature: sure, I am monstrous; For I have done those...
