The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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Believe them not, they lyed.
_Mel_. Do not play with mine anger, do not Wretch, I come to know that desperate Fool that drew thee From thy fair life; be wise, and lay him open. _Evad_. Unhand me, and learn manners, such another Forgetfulness forfeits your life. _Mel_. Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me Whose Whore you are, for you are one, I know it. Let all mine honours perish but I'le find him, Though he lie lockt up in thy blood; be sudden; There is no facing it, and be not flattered; The burnt air, when the _Dog_ raigns, is not fouler Than thy contagious name, till thy repentance (If the Gods grant thee any) purge thy sickness. _Evad_. Be gone, you are my Brother, that's your safety. _Mel_. I'le be a Wolf first; 'tis to be thy Brother An infamy below the sin of a Coward: I am as far from being part of thee, As thou art from thy vertue: seek a kindred Mongst sensual beasts, and make a Goat thy Brother, A Goat is cooler; will you tell me yet? _Evad_. If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you, I'le ha' you whipt; get you to your command, And there preach to your Sentinels, |
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