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قراءة كتاب Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 7
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
Gentleman, I cannot think
He's so unnatural to leave a woman,
A young, a noble, and a beauteous woman,
Leave her in her desires: Men of this age
Are rather prone to come before they are sent for.
Hark, I hear something: up to th' Chamber, Cosin,
You may spoil all else.
Enter Antonio and Martine.
Ism. Let me see, they are Gentlemen;
It may be they.
It may be they.
Am. They are they: get ye up,
And like a Land-star draw him.
And like a Land-star draw him.
Ism. I am shame-fac'd. [Exit.
Ant. This is the street.
Mar. I am looking for the house:
Close, close, pray ye close here.
Close, close, pray ye close here.
Ant. No, this is a Merchants;
I know the man well:
I know the man well:
Mar. And this a Pothecaries: I have lain here many times
For a looseness in my hilts.
For a looseness in my hilts.
A[n]t. Have ye not past it?
Mar. No sure:
There is no house of mark that we have scaped yet.
There is no house of mark that we have scaped yet.
Mar. Speak softer: 'may be spies;
If any, this, a goodly window too,
Carv'd far above, that I perceive: 'tis dark,
But she has such a lustre.
If any, this, a goodly window too,
Carv'd far above, that I perceive: 'tis dark,
But she has such a lustre.
Enter Ismena and Aminta above with a Taper.
Ant. Yes Martine,
So radiant she appears.
So radiant she appears.
Mar. Else we may miss, Sir:
The night grows vengeance black, pray heaven she shine clear:
Hark, hark, a window, and a candle too.
The night grows vengeance black, pray heaven she shine clear:
Hark, hark, a window, and a candle too.
Ant. Step close, 'tis she: I see the cloud disperse,
And now the beauteous Planet.
And now the beauteous Planet.
Mar. Ha, 'tis indeed,
Now by the soul of love a Divine Creature.
Now by the soul of love a Divine Creature.
Ism. Sir, Sir.
Ant. Most blessed Lady.
Ism. 'Pray ye stand out.
Am. You need not fear, there's no body now stirring.
Mar. Beyond his commendation I am taken,
Infinite strangely taken.
Infinite strangely taken.
Am. I love that Gentleman,
Methinks he has a dainty nimble body:
I love him heartily.
Methinks he has a dainty nimble body:
I love him heartily.
Ism. 'Tis the right Gentleman:
But what to say to him, Sir.
But what to say to him, Sir.
Am. Speak.
Ant. I wait still,
And will do till I grow another Pillar,
To prop this house, so it please you.
And will do till I grow another Pillar,
To prop this house, so it please you.
Ism. Speak softly,
And 'pray ye speak truly too.
And 'pray ye speak truly too.
Ant. I never ly'd, Lady.
Ism. And don't think me impudent to ask ye,
I know ye are an enemy, speak low,
But I would make ye a friend.
I know ye are an enemy, speak low,
But I would make ye a friend.
Ant. I am friend to beauty;
There's no handsomness, I dare be foe to.
There's no handsomness, I dare be foe to.
Ism. Are ye married?
Ism. Are ye betroth'd?
Ant. No, neither.
Ism. Indeed (fair Sir.)
Ant. Indeed (fair sweet) I am not.
Most beauteous Virgin, I am free as you are.
Most beauteous Virgin, I am free as you are.
Ism. That may be, Sir, then ye are miserable,
For I am bound.
For I am bound.
Ant. Happy the bonds that hold ye;
Or do you put them on your self for pleasure?
Sure they be sweeter far than liberty:
There is no blessedness but in such bondage:
Give me that freedom (Madam) I beseech ye,
(Since you have question'd me so cunningly)
To ask you whom you are bound to, he must be certain
More than humane, that bounds in such a beauty:
Happy that happy chain, such links are heavenly.
Or do you put them on your self for pleasure?
Sure they be sweeter far than liberty:
There is no blessedness but in such bondage:
Give me that freedom (Madam) I beseech ye,
(Since you have question'd me so cunningly)
To ask you whom you are bound to, he must be certain
More than humane, that bounds in such a beauty:
Happy that happy chain, such links are heavenly.
Ism. Pray ye do not mock me, Sir.
Ant. Pray ye (Lady) tell me.
Ism. Will ye believe, and will ye keep it to ye?
And not scorn what I speak?
And not scorn what I speak?
Ant. I dare not, Madam,
As Oracle what you say, I dare swear to.
As Oracle what you say, I dare swear to.
Ism. I'll set the candle by: for I shall blush now;
Fie, how it doubles in my mouth! it must out,
'Tis you I am bound to.
Fie, how it doubles in my mouth! it must out,
'Tis you I am bound to.
Ant. Speak that word again.
I understand ye not.
I understand ye not.
Ism. 'Tis you I am bound to.
Ant. Here is another Gentleman.
Ism. 'Tis you, Sir.
Am. He may be lov'd too.
Mar. Not by thee, first curse me.
Ism. And if I knew your name.
Ant. Antonio (Madam)
Ism. Antonio, take this kiss, 'tis you I am bound to.
Ant. And when I set ye free, may heaven forsake me, Ismena.
Ism. Yes, now I perceive