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You shalbe advertisd where she remaines, And certifie us how your mother takes it: When we are married we shall live to thanke you. Cla. Will you leave me, then? Bel. Prethee, poore heart, lament not; we shall meet, And all these stormes blowe over. Cla. Your tempests past; mine now begins to rise But Ile allay its violence with my eyes. Exeunt omnes. Actus Quartus.
Exeunt omnes, piping their eyes, and blowing their noses." Our shouts of laughter interrupted our friend, who never moved a muscle. Again, where old Crowfoot asks his steward "How does the privateer lay?" "There again now," said Aaron, with an irritable grin, "why, Tom, your style is most pestilent you lay here and you lay there are you sure that you are not a hen, Tom?"
CHARACTERS Popgun Maria Charles Pistolletta Postilion Hostess Chorus of ploughboys Cook and and Strephon Chloe ENTER Hostess, Charles, Maria, and Cook. EXIT Maria EXIT Cook. EXEUNT Severally. ENTER Chloe and a chorus of ploughboys. Where go I? To London . What to do? To be married . Unto whom? Unto Strephon. Who is he? A Youth. Then I will sing a song.
James. You don't suppose I'm a goin' to put an honest man like you to expense! Tho. It's but raysonable I should peigh. But thae knows best. James. Hey! Cab there! Exeunt. Re-enter BILL, following them. Bill. I'll have an eye of him, though. The swell as give me the yellow-boy he's his master! Poor old codger! He'll believe any cove but the one as tells him the truth! Exit.
Do you all swear you will be true to me? ALL. All, all we swear! Exeunt omnes but MARINA. Enter MEISCHEK. MARINA. Wherefore so sad, when fortune smiles on us, When every step thrives to our utmost wish, And all around are arming in our cause? MEISCHEK. 'Tis even because of this, my child! All, all Is staked upon the cast. Thy father's means Are in these warlike preparations swamped.
Somewhat too much; you have strooke his fingers, too, But we forgive your haste. Draw in the body; And Captaines, we discharge your Companies. Vand. Make cleere the Court. Vaine glory, thou art gon! And thus must all build on Ambition. 2 Lord. Farwell, great hart; full low thy strength now lyes: He that would purge ambition this way dies. Exeunt.
It flamed against the whole world of his fellow-creatures, so mad he was with pride and scorn and rage; his hand should be against every man henceforth, as theirs was now against him; his motto, like the exeunt exclamation of the mob in the play, should be: "Fire, burn, slay!"
G. Very well, sir. Exit into the house. Ger. War. Come along, then. Exeunt GER. and WAR. Re-enter COL. G. polishing a boot. Regards it with dissatisfaction. Col. G. Confound the thing! I wish it were a scabbard. When I think I'm getting it all right one rub more and it's gone dull again! The house-door opens slowly, and THOMAS peeps cautiously in. Th. What sort of a plaze be this, maister? Col.
It consists of a pasteboard fifteen inches high, and nine in breadth, and on it is written, in two columns, the following: "A tent being placed on the stage for Henry the Sixth; he in it asleep. To them Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, and Covetousness at one door; at another door Envy, Sloth, and Lechery. The three put back the four, and so exeunt. Exit, then enter again then Envy passeth over the stage.
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