The White Devil by John Webster
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page 55 of 204 (26%)
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Fran. Farewell, good Marcello: All the best fortunes of a soldier's wish Bring you a-shipboard. Cam. Were I not best, now I am turn'd soldier, Ere that I leave my wife, sell all she hath, And then take leave of her? Mont. I expect good from you, Your parting is so merry. Cam. Merry, my lord! a' th' captain's humour right, I am resolved to be drunk this night. [Exeunt. Fran. So, 'twas well fitted; now shall we discern How his wish'd absence will give violent way To Duke Brachiano's lust. Mont. Why, that was it; To what scorn'd purpose else should we make choice Of him for a sea-captain? and, besides, Count Lodowick, which was rumour'd for a pirate, Is now in Padua. |
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