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Ah, my Lord, name it not, I'm this day to be married. Guil. To day! name me the Man; Man did I say? the Monster, that dares lay claim to her I deign to love, none answer me, I'll make him smoak, by Vulcan and all the rest of the Goddesses. Fran. Bless me, what a furious thing this Love is? Guil. Fran. Oh, fearful alas, dread Sir! Isa. Ah! sheath your Sword, and calm your generous Rage. Guil.
Oh, Madam, Persons of his Quality never make Love in Words, the greatness of their Actions show their Passion. Jac. Ay, 'tis true all the little Fellows talk of Love. Guil. Isa. Ah, Heav'ns, a Beer-glass. Guil.
Well, Sir, I'll show you my agility but, Sir, I desire I may consummate, d'ye see, consummate a little like a Lord, to make the Marriage sure. Ant. You have the Freedom to do so the Writings I'll provide. Guil. I'll about it then, the Priest waits within for you, and Guzman for you, Jacinta, haste, for he is to arrive anon Ambassador from Cadiz. Jac.
Guillestre is a small old-fashioned town, situated on the lowest slope of the pine-clad mountain, the Tête de Quigoulet, at the junction of the Rioubel and the Chagne, rivulets in summer but torrents in winter, which join the Guil a little below the town. Guillestre was in ancient times a strong place, and had for its lords the Archbishops of Embrun, the ancient persecutors of the Vaudois.
Lesdiguières clambered over the mountains and along the Guil to reach Château Queyras, which he assaulted and took. Louis XIII. once accompanied a French army about a league up the gorge, but he turned back, afraid to go farther; and the hamlet at which his progress was arrested is still called Maison du Roi.
I know not, this noise of Weddings has set me agog, and I'll e'en in, and try what 'tis. Antonio, Clara, and Jacinta. Guil. Come, Madam, your Honour and I have something else to do, before I have fully dub'd you a Viscountess. Isa. Ah, Heav'ns, what's that? Guil. Why a certain Ceremony, which must be performed between a pair of Sheets, but we'll let it alone till Night. Isa.
I cannot hold; but if I shou'd forgive, and marry you, you wou'd be gadding after honour still, longing to be a she Great Turk again. Isa. Break not my heart with such suspicions of me. Gull. Isa. Guil. I am confirm'd 'Tis no respect of Honour makes her weep; Her Loves the same shou'd I cry Chimney Sweep. SCENE I. A Garden. Enter Francisco alone. Fran.
Attend these Captives, at a respectful distance. Guil. What wou'd the Great Sultana? Isa. Ah! do not pierce my Heart with this unkindness. Guil. Isa. Ah, cruel Count! Guil. Meaning me, Lady! ah, fy! no, I am a Scoundrel; I a Count, no, not I, a Dog, a very Chim hum, a Son of a Whore, I, not worthy your notice. Isa. Oh, Heavens! must I lose you then? no, I'll die first. Guil.
Hum, I think this is indeed Heathen Greek, I'm sure 'tis so to me. Guil. Ay, that may be, but I understand every word on't. Fran. Good lack, these Lords are very learned Men. Pet. Enter the Captain. Capt. Well, Gentlemen, though the news be something unpleasant that I bring, yet to noble minds 'tis sport and pastime. Guil. Hah, Fellow! What's that that's sport and pastime to noble minds. Fran.
Thorpe, vol. ii. p. 142, quoting Thiele. See also Keightley, p. 88; Campbell, vol. ii. p. 97. Gerv. Tilb., Decis. iii. c. 60; Guil. Neub. "Chronica Rerum Anglic." lib. i. c. 28, quoted by Liebrecht in a note to Gerv. Tilb. Nicholson, p. 83. Mr. Nicholson in a letter to me says that he had the story as given by him from an old inhabitant of Bridlington, and that it is current in the neighbourhood.
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