The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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To breath a full hour longer, not a thought:
Come 'tis a righteous oath; give me thy hand, And both to heaven held up, swear by that wealth This lustful thief stole from thee, when I say it, To let his foul soul out. _Evad_. Here I swear it, And all you spirits of abused Ladies Help me in this performance. _Mel_. Enough; this must be known to none But you and I _Evadne_; not to your Lord, Though he be wise and noble, and a fellow Dares step as far into a worthy action, As the most daring, I as far as Justice. Ask me not why. Farewell. [_Exit Mel_. _Evad_. Would I could say so to my black disgrace. Oh where have I been all this time! how friended, That I should lose my self thus desperately, And none for pity shew me how I wandred? There is not in the compass of the light A more unhappy creature: sure I am monstrous, For I have done those follies, those mad mischiefs, Would dare a woman. O my loaden soul, Be not so cruel to me, choak not up [_Enter Amintor_. |
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