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Fran. Jul. Fran. Jul. Since you've lost your Honour with your wits, I'll try what mine will do. Enter Carlos, Turks. Fran. Oh, I am lost, I'm lost dear Wife, most mighty Sir, I've brought her finely to't do not make me lose my credit with his Mahometan Grace, my Wife has a monstrous Affection for your Honour, but she's something bashful; but when alone your Magnanimousness will find her a swinger.
But you are here now, and we will go hunting together. For you are my friend and Maya is my friend. And I swore by my sword, the Blood-Drinker, to her father I swore it. And to Jul. That I would look after her. But I failed. And is my word no stronger than a puff of wind? I have sworn a new oath. I will find her.
Socrates' condemnation of himself to be maintained in all honor in the Prytaneum, during his life, and Sir Thomas More's playfulness at the scaffold, are of the same strain. In Beaumont and Fletcher's "Sea Voyage," Juletta tells the stout captain and his company, Jul. Why, slaves, 'tis in our power to hang ye. Master. Very likely, 'Tis in our powers, then, to be hanged, and scorn ye.
Be wondrous kind, be lavish of thy Heart, Be generous in thy Love, and give me all. Jul. Oh Heavens! what mean you? I shall die with fear. Car. Fear! let coward Lovers fear, who love by halves, We that intirely love are bold in Passion, Like Soldiers fir'd with glory dread no Danger. Jul.
No, no, no Visits to the Governor, I beseech you, fair Madam. Bal. So, you are at your Jealousy again. Fran. Come, come, I love plain dealing; besides, when she named the Governor, Flesh and Blood could not contain. Jul. I spoke in reference to his Quality. Fran. A Pox of your Civility; I tell you, I scorn my Wife should be civil. Why, what a Coil's here about a Governor!
In one of the alleys is a tomb of the time of Cæsar, bearing this inscription: JUL. CASAR AUGUSTUS IMP. TRIBUNITIA POTESTATE DCI. The streets of Monaco are very narrow, and possess but few handsome houses. The little shops are very neat and the place is exceedingly clean. The principal church, dedicated to Saint Nicholas, is very ancient, and possesses two or three good pre-Raphaelite pictures.
How fondly do I listen to thy words, And fain would chide, and fain wou'd boast my Virtue, But mightier Love laughs at those poor delays; And I should doubtless give you all your Julia, Did not my fear prevent my kinder business; And should Francisco come and find me absent, Or take thee with me, we were lost, my Carlos. Car. When then, my Julia, shall we meet again? Jul.
Hobnail, the reformer; and Reverend Jul Bat, who has converted the whole torrid zone in his Sunday school; and Signer Torre del Greco, who extinguished Vesuvius by pouring into it the Bay of Naples; Spahr, the Persian ambassador; and Tul Wil Shan, the exiled nabob of Nepaul, whose saddle is the new moon.
I say you shall be kind to the sweet Sultan. Jul. And rob my Husband of his right! Fran. Shaw, Exchange is no Robbery. Jul. And forsake my Virtue, and make nown Dear a Cuckold. Fran. Shaw, most of the Heroes of the World were so; go, prithee, Hony, go, do me the favour to cuckold me a little, if not for Love, for Charity. Jul. Are you in earnest? Fran. I am. Jul. And would it not displease you?
Hobnail, the reformer; and Reverend Jul Bat, who has converted the whole torrid zone in his Sunday school; and Signor Torre del Greco, who extinguished Vesuvius by pouring into it the Bay of Naples; Spahi, the Persian ambassador; and Tul Wil Shan, the exiled nabob of Nepaul, whose saddle is the new moon.
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