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C'est un filou II faut le pendre Il faut le pendre La corde a son cou! The young Fleming with a pale beard and moustache smiled as he glanced at the Frenchmen. "They have had better luck," he said. "We bore the first brunt." I left the train and the friends I had made. We parted with an "Au revoir" and a "Good luck!"
When it became evident that the New Era was to end in bloodshed, instead of universal peace and good-will towards men, that the Rights of Man included murder, confiscation, and atheism, that the Sovereignty of the People meant the rule of King Mob, who seemed determined to carry out to the letter Diderot's famous couplet, "Et des boyaux du dernier prêtre Serrez le cou du dernier des rois,"
Why happie, sir? Cou. He writes no verses to his Mistresse, is Not cosend nor forsworne to gett her favour, Bestowes no rings nor empties his Exchequer To appear still in new rich suites, but lives Free o' the stock of Nature, yet loves none.
I never tooke a pleasure yet to lie With Ladies fames, or ever thought that sport Lay in the tongue. Such humours are for men That live by brothell offices: let me know Who hath traduc'd me to you thus, he shall Be knowne no more. Sis. Ile not be guiltie, sir, Of any murder; when we meet agen, And you in better humour, I may tell you. Cou. She has vext me.
Now I looke upon't, With those black patches it does put me in mind Of a white soule with sinns upon't, and frights me. How sell you grapes? Sis. This rudenes Is beyond the manners of a gentleman. Cou. I cannot helpe it, and I hope you thinke so. Sis. I am confirm'd that now I am forsaken, But if your passion have not drownd all reason I pray let us part civilly. Cou. Sis. Whoe's there? Cou.
Garde ton charme si puissant! Ton parfum de plante sauvage! Laisse les bijoux, O Passant, A celles que le temps ravage! Avec ta guitare a ton cou, Va, par la France et par l'Espagne! Suis ton chemin; je ne sais ou.... Par la plaine et par la montagne! Passe, comme la plume au vent! Comme le son de ta mandore! Comme un flot qui baise en revant, Les flancs d'une barque sonore!
Ile thanke the rest if they withdraw: oh! Un. Wee'le to my chamber, captaine. Cap. You have a mind to examine the business privatly? Do. No, good Captaine, you may be present. Cou. Come, Thomas, thou shat be witnes, too. La. They are gone; they feigne most artificially, Let me embrace you. Fra. Oh, take heed. La. What's the matter? Fra.
Beside, all reverence to the calling, I Have vowd never to marry, and you know Love may bring a Man toot at last, and therefore My fine Gewgaw do not abuse me. Sis. How can I When you will neither Love nor marry me? Cou. I was not made for a husband. Sis. But I would make you. Cou. I know what you would make me. Enter Servant. Ser. Mounsier Device, if you be alone, would present his service. Cou.
Come, Sir, I meane to have a bout with you. De. At that weapon? Sis. This, and no other. De. Ile rather bleed to death then lift a sword In my defence, whose inconsiderate brightnes May fright the Roses from your cheeke and leave The Lillies to lament the rude divorce. Enter Courtwell. Cou. I can hold no longer. You have gott a stomack, Sir, with running; ile try how you can eate a sword. De.
Oh, Madam, newes, ill newes, an accident Will blast all your mirth: Sir Francis Cou: La. What of him? De. Has brooke Cou. His neck? De. You guest very neere it, but his shoulder Has sav'd that joynt. A fall from's horse, they say, Hath much endanger'd him. Cou. La. He has kept his word; now if he but counterfeit handsomely. Un.
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