The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 05 by John Dryden
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_Beam._ How is it, friend? I thought, entering your house, I heard you call. _Tow._ I did, but as it seems without effect; none of my servants are within reach of my voice. _Beam._ You seem amazed at somewhat? _Tow._ A little discomposed: read that, and see if I have no occasion; that dagger was stuck there, by him who writ it. _Beam._ I must confess you have too just a cause: I am myself surprised at an event so strange. _Tow._ I know not who can be my enemy within this island, except my rival Harman; and for him, I truly did relate what passed betwixt us yesterday. _Beam._ You bore yourself in that as it became you, as one who was a witness to himself of his own courage; and while, by necessary care of others, you were forced to decline fighting, shewed how much you did despise the man who sought the quarrel: 'Twas base in him, so backed as he is here, to offer it, much more to press you to it. _Tow._ I may find a foot of ground in Europe to tell the insulting youth, he better had provoked some other man; but sure I cannot think 'twas he who left that dagger there. _Beam._ No, for it seems too great a nobleness of spirit, for one like |
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