Every Man out of His Humour by Ben Jonson
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and then he speaks, and then she speaks, -- very pretty, i'faith, gentlemen.
FAST. Why, but do you remember no particulars, signior? SOG. O, yes, sir, first, the gentlewoman, she looks out at the window. CAR. After the trumpet has summon'd a parle, not before? SOG. No, sir, not before; and then says he, -- ha, ha, ha, ha! CAR. What says he? be not rapt so. SOG. Says he, -- ha, ha, ha, ha! FAST. Nay, speak, speak. SOG. Ha, ha, ha! -- says he, God save you, says he; -- ha, ha! CAR. Was this the ridiculous motive to all this passion? SOG. Nay, that that comes after is, -- ha, ha, ha, ha! CAR. Doubtless he apprehends more than he utters, this fellow; or else -- [A CRY OF HOUNDS WITHIN. SOG. List, list, they are come from hunting; stand by, close under this terras, and you shall see it done better than I can show it. CAR. So it had need, 'twill scarce poise the observation else. |
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