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Your lordships true friend and most obedient Servant. Van. Come to the present busines then. Or. We attend you. Actus Secundus. Enter Barnavelt, Leidenberch, Modesbargen. Bar. I have with danger venturd thus far to you That you might know by me our plot's discoverd.
A specious plan! and sharply pointed too; 'Tis only pity this sharp point is broken. LEICESTER. Unworthy wretch! this instant follow me, And answer at the throne this insolence. BURLEIGH. You'll find me there, my lord; and look you well That there your eloquence desert you not. LEICESTER alone, then MORTIMER. LEICESTER. I am detected! All my plot's disclosed!
The affectation of appearing to make love, while talking on different matters, is illustrated by the following simile: "So when dramatic statesmen talk apart, With practis'd gesture and heroic start, The plot's their theme, the gaping galleries guess, While Hull and Fearon think of nothing less." The following lines seem to belong to the same Epilogue: "The Campus Martius of St.
The Governor! the worst Great Turk of all; so, I am cozened, most rarely cheated; why, what a horrid Plot's here carried on, to bring in heretical Cuckoldom? Car. Well, Sir, since you have found it out, I'll own my Passion. Jul. Well, if I have been kind you forced me to't, nay, begged on your knees, to give my self away. Fran.
Plot's History, in which he makes mention of the experiment and its failure, was published in 1686, it is obvious that the trial must have been made between those years.
The Keeper pretended to be adjusting the bear's collar, which gave him an opportunity of whispering, unheard by Uggug, "my fault, I'm afraid! Quite forgot to fasten the door. Plot's ruined if he finds it out! Keep it up a minute or two longer. Be savage!"
"Isn't that the sketch we made?" he resumed. "The plot's perfect. I detest conspiracies, but we must use what weapons we can, and be Old Mole, if they trample us in the earth. Once up, we have Turin to back us. This I know. We shall have nothing but the Tedeschi to manage: and if they beat us in cavalry, it's certain that they can't rely on their light horse. The Magyars would break in a charge.
"Isn't that the sketch we made?" he resumed. "The plot's perfect. I detest conspiracies, but we must use what weapons we can, and be Old Mole, if they trample us in the earth. Once up, we have Turin to back us. This I know. We shall have nothing but the Tedeschi to manage: and if they beat us in cavalry, it's certain that they can't rely on their light horse. The Magyars would break in a charge.
SCENE III. The inside of the House. Enter Clara, Julia, Antonio, Jacinta running to 'em. Jac. He has seen Don Carlos, and they have been in great discourse together, I cou'd not hear one word, but you'll have it at both ears anon, I'll warrant you. Ha, he's coming. Enter Francisco. Cla. Jac. Fran. So the Plot's at last discover'd, he was a Cavalier of his Parole. Jul. Who speak you of? Fran.
M. le Comte appeared to be in a state of stupor. He could not for a space find his tongue to demand: "How, in the name of Heaven, come you here?" "To fight Grammont," Lucas answered at once. "A lie!" I shouted. "You're Grammont's friend. You came here to warn him off. It's your plot!" "Félix! The plot?" Yeux-gris cried. "The plot's to murder Monsieur. Martin let it out.
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