The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)

            The Whore of Babylon.
        
 1920
        
                Tita.
             I marry I commend yon gentleman.
    
            1921Pray Sir come neere, looke you hee's well prouided
    
            1922For all rough wethers: Sir, you way be proud,
    
            1923That you can giue armes better than these Lords,
    
            1924I thanke you yet, that if a 
                storme 
                should fall,
    
            1925We could make you our 
                shelter. A good sword?
    
            1926This would goe through 
                stich; had I heart to kill
    
            1927I'de wi
                sh no better weapon; but our dayes
    
            1928Of quarreling are pa
                st; 
                shall we put vp Sir,
    
            1929We ha put vp wrongs ere now, but this is right,
    
            1930Nay we are not falling yet,
    
 1931
        
                Flor.
             It did vs good
    
            1932To see how your Maie
                stick presence dawnted
    
            1933The 
                silly gentleman.
    
 1934
        
                Tita.
             The 
                sillie gentleman!
        
 1935
        
                Fid.
             He knew not how to 
                stand, nor what to speak,
    
 1936
        
                Tita.
             The 
                silly gentleman? know you him Lords?
    
            1937Where is hee?
    
 1938
        
                Flor.
             Gotten hence poore wretch with 
                shame.
    
 1939
        
                Tita.
             That wretch hath sworne to kill me with that (sword,
        
 1940
        
                Omn.
             How?
    
 1941
        
                Fid.
             The traytor.
    
 1942
        
                Flor.
             Locke the Court gates.
    
 1943
        
                Omn.
             Guard her person.
         
            Exeunt omnes.
        
 1944
        
                Tita.
             You guard it well. Alacke! when louers wooe,
    
            1945An extreame ioy and feare, them so apall,
    
            1946That ouer much loue, 
                shewes no loue at all.
    
            1947Zeale sometimes ouer-does her part- It's right--
    
            1948When the frais done, Cowards crie whers the Flight.
        
            Pentioners.
        
 1949
        
            Florimell
        
 1950
        
                Flor.
             The wolfes in his own snare: O damned 
                slaue!
        
            1951I had like to ha made his heart my ponyards graue.
    
            1952How got you to this knowledge?--- ble
                s
                s
            ed heauen!
        
 1953
        
                Tita.
             It came vnto me 
                strangely: from a window,
    
            1954Mine eyes tooke marke of him; that he would 
                shoot
    
            1955Twa's told me, and I tried if he dur
                st doo't.
    
            1956Is Ropus here, our Doctor?
    
 1957
        
                Rop.
             Gratious Lady.
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