Ah, lovely Maid, was this thy destiny? Did Heaven create thy Beauties to this end? I must distrust their Bounties, who neglected The best and fairest of their handy-work; This will incourage Sin, when Innocence Must perish thus, and meet with no defence. Enter the King and Orgulius. Org. If murder'd Innocence do cry for Justice, Can you, great Sir, make a defence against it? King.
Explanation of abbreviations: Sell., selling; Sec., secretarial work; Exec., executive position; Lit., literature; Purch., purchasing; Merch., merchandising; Pol., politics; Ins., insurance; Acc., accountant; Stat., statistics; Phys., physician; Adm., administration; Adv., advertising; Jour., journalism; Finan., financial; Comm., commerce; Prom., promoting; Org., organizing; Const., construction; Educ., educating; Eng., engineering; Pers.
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Nay, Sir, you promis'd me you wou'd not blame My early Love, if 'twere a noble Flame. Org. Er. Org. Erminia, you are wondrous daring grown. Where got you courage to admit his Love, Before the King or I did it approve? Er. I borrow'd Courage from my Innocence, And my own Virtue, Sir, was my defence.
I took it, Sir, in scorn of those that hated me, And now resign it to the Man you love. King. We need not this proof to confirm thy Loyalty; Nor am I yet so barren of Rewards, But I can find a way, without depriving Thy noble Head of its victorious Wreaths, To crown another's Temples. Org.
Take the three inventions which were unknown to the ancients-printing, gunpowder, and the compass. Org. 129. We have seen that these three inventions had already been classed together as outstanding by Cardan and Le Roy. They also appear in Campanella. Let me quote one passage.
Er. Rise, I forgive thee, from my soul I do; Mayst thou be happier In thy more glorious Passion for the Princess, And all the Joys thou e'er couldst hope from me, Mayst thou find there repeated. Enter King, Orgulius, and the rest. Org. First, I'll keep my word with thee, Receive the welcome present which I promis'd. Er. Can you forgive the Griefs I've made you suffer? Org.
Yet Time has added little to your years, Since I restor'd you to this great Command, And then you thought it not unfit for you. Org. Sir, was it fit I should refuse your Grace? That was your act of Mercy: and I took it To clear my Innocence, and reform the Errors Which those receiv'd who did believe me guilty, Or that my Crimes were greater than that Mercy.
Enter Orgulius, Erminia weeping, and Isillia. Er. Sir, does your fatal resolution hold? Org. Away, away, you are a foolish Girl, And look with too much pride upon your Beauty; Which like a gaudy flower that springs too soon, Withers e'er fully blown.
If life had been worth what fools trouble it with business and ambition I suppose I should have been a great man with a very bad liver ha ha! I alone, of all the world, ever found out what the world was good for! Draw the curtains, Dykeman." "Org. Welcome, thou ice that sitt'st about his heart No heat can ever thaw thee!" FORD: Broken Heart. "Nearch. Honourable infamy!" Ibid. "Amye.