The Scornful Lady by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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and woman as a flower. Did I for this consume my quarters in Meditation,
Vowes, and wooed her in _Heroical Epistles_? Did I expound the Owl, and undertook with labour and expence the recollection of those thousand Pieces, consum'd in Cellars, and Tabacco-shops of that our honour'd _Englishman Ni. Br._? Have I done this, and am I done thus too? I will end with the wise man, and say; He that holds a Woman, has an Eel by the tail. _Mar._ Sir 'tis so late, and our entertainment (meaning our Posset) by this is grown so cold, that 'twere an unmannerly part longer to hold you from your rest: let what the house has be at your command Sir. _Wel._ Sweet rest be with you Lady; and to you what you desire too. _Abig._ It should be some such good thing like your self then. [_Exeunt._ _Wel._ Heaven keep me from that curse, and all my issue. Good night Antiquity. _Rog._ _Solamen Miseris socios habuisse Doloris_: but I alone. _Wel._ Learned Sir, will you bid my man come to me? and requesting a greater measure of your learning, good night, good Master _Roger_. _Rog._ Good Sir, peace be with you. [_Exit_ Roger. _Wel._ Adue dear _Domine_. Half a dozen such in a Kingdom would make a man forswear confession: for who that had but half his wits about him, would commit the Counsel of a serious sin to such a cruel Night-cap? Why how now shall we have an Antick? [_Enter Servant._ Whose head do you carry upon your shoulders, that you jole it so against |
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