A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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you shall obtaine nothing. I tell thee, friend, the eminent confidence
of strong spirits is the onely witch-craft of this World, Spirits wrastling with spirits as bodies with bodies: this were enough to make thee hope well, if she were one of these painted communities, that are ravisht with Coaches, and upper hands,[13] and brave men of durt: but thou knowest friend shees a good scholler, and like enough to bite at the rightest reason, and reason evermore _Ad optima hortatur_: to like that which is best, not that which is bravest, or rightest, or greatest, and so consequently worst. But prove what shee can, wee will turne her, and winde her, and make her so plyant, that we will drawe her thorugh a wedding ring yfaith. _Cla_. Would to God we might, my Lord. _Mom_. He warrant thee, friend. _Enter Messenger_. _Mes_. Here is Mistris _Wynnifred_ from my Lady _Eugenia_ desires to speake with your Lordshippe. _Mom_. Marrie, enter, Mistris _Wynnifred_, even here I pray thee;--from the Lady _Eugenia_, doe you heare, friend? _Cla_. Very easily on that side, my Lord. _Mom_. Let me feele. Does not thy heart pant apace? by my hart, well labor'd _Cupid_, the field is yours, sir. God! and upon a very honourable composition. I am sent for now I am sure, and must even trusse, and to her. |
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