A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 9 by Various
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_Enter_ BRABO _with his sword in his hand_. BRA. Where's Mistress Mary? never a post here, A bar of iron, 'gainst which to try my sword? Now, by my beard, a dainty piece of steel. AMIN. O Jove, what a qualm is this I feel! BRA. Come hither, Mall, is none here but we two? When didst thou see the starveling schoolmaster? That rat, that shrimp, that spindle-shank, That wren, that sheep-biter, that lean chitty-face, That famine, that lean envy, that all-bones, That bare anatomy, that Jack-a-Lent, That ghost, that shadow, that moon in the wane? AMIN. I wail in woe, I plunge in pain.[15] [_Aside_.] BRA. When next I find him here, I'll hang him up, Like a dried sausage, in the chimney's top: That stock-fish, that poor John, that gut of men! AMIN. O, that I were at home again! [_Aside_.] BRA. When he comes next, turn him into the streets. Now, come, let's dance the shaking of the sheets. [_Exeunt_ MISTRESS MARY _and_ BRABO. |
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