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Your very Tears already have betray'd Its weak inconstant nature; Alcippus, should he look upon thee now, would swear thou wert not that fine thing he lov'd. Er. Why should that blessing turn to my despair? Curse on his Faith that told him I was fair. Org. 'Tis strange to me you shou'd despise this Fortune, I always thought you well inclin'd to love him, I would not else have thus dispos'd of you.
It is not well to think my Kindness limited; This, from the Prince you hold, the next from me; Be what it will, I here declare it thine. Upon my life, designs upon a Lady; I guess it from thy blushing. Name her, and here thy King engages for her. Phi. O Gods! Alcip. Phi. King. Alcippus, with her Father's leave, she's thine. Org. Sir, 'tis my Aim and Honour. Phi.
But if the King his liking do afford, Would you not with Alcippus break your word? Or would you not to serve your Prince's life, Permit your Daughter to become his Wife? Org.
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You seem to wonder, as if I dispossess'd The brave Orgulius; but be pleas'd to know, Such Reverence and Respect I owe that Lord, As had himself not made it his Petition, I sooner should have parted with my Right, Than have discharg'd my debt by injuring him. King. Orgulius, are you willing to resign it? Org.
Some days I had design'd t'have given thee To have prepar'd for this solemnity; But now my second thoughts believe it fit, You should this night to my desires submit. Er. This night! Ah, Sir, what is't you mean to do? Org. Preserve my Credit, and thy Honour too. Er. By such resolves you me to ruin bring. Org. That's better than to disoblige my King. Er.
Philander never spoke but from a Soul, That all dishonest Passions can controul; With Flames as chaste as Vestals that did burn, From whence I borrow'd mine, to make return. Org. Your Love from Folly, not from Virtue grew; You never could believe he'd marry you. Er. Upon my life no other thing he spoke, But those from dictates of his Honour took. Org.
This was in the days of Old Long Sign, be4 the iron hoss was foaled. This was be4 steembotes was goin round bustin their bilers & sendin peple higher nor a kite. Them was happy days, when people was intelligent & wax figgers & livin wild beests wasn't scoffed at. "O dase of me boyhood I'm dreamin on ye now!" New York, near Fifth Avenoo Hotel, Org. 31ct.
Erminia, thou art young, and canst not see The advantage of the Fortune offer'd thee. Er. Org. What is't, Erminia? freely speak thy mind. Er. Ah, Sir, I dare not, you inrag'd will grow. Org. Erminia, you have seldom found me so; If no mean Passion have thy Soul possest, Be what it will I can forgive the rest. Er. Org. Erminia, peace, he taught you then too much. Er.
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.
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