The Elder Brother: The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10)Fletcher, John
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The Elder Brother: The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10)
Fletcher, John
Comedy plays; English drama -- 17th century
_Egre_. As good as France can shew Sir.
_Char_. Are you willing to leave those, and take your safeties? Speak
quickly.
_Eust_. Yes with all our hearts.
_Char_. 'Tis done then. Many have got one Horse, I've got four by th'
bargain.
_Enter_ Miramont.
_Mir_. How now, who's here?
_Ser_. Nay, now y'are gone without bail.
_Mir_. What, drawn, my Friends? Fetch me my two-hand Sword; I will not
leave a head on your shoulders, Wretches.
_Eust_. In troth, Sir, I came but to do my duty.
_Both_. And we to renew our loves.
_Mir_. Bring me a Blanket. What came they for?
_Ang_. To borrow me a while, Sir; but one that never fought yet, has so
curri'd, so bastinado'd them with manly carriage, they stand like things
_Gorgon_ had turn'd to stone: they watch'd your being absent, and then
thought they might do wonders here, and they have done so; for by my troth
I wonder at their coldness, the nipping North or Frost never came near
them; St _George_ upon a sign would grow more sensible. If the name of
Honour were for ever to be lost, these were the most sufficient men to do
it in all the world; and yet they are but young, what will they rise to?
They're as full of fire as' a frozen Glow-worms rattle, and shine as
goodly: Nobility and patience are match'd rarely in these three Gentlemen,
they have right use on't; they'll stand still for an hour and be beaten.
These are the Anagrams of three great Worthies.
_Mir_. They will infect my house with cowardize, if they breath longer in
it; my roof covers no baffl'd Monsieurs, walk and air your selves; as I
live they stay not here. White-liver'd wretches, without one word to ask a
reason why. Vanish, 'tis the last warning, and with speed; for if I take
ye in hand, I shall dissect you, and read upon your flegmatick dull
Carcases. My Horse again there: I have other business, which you shall
hear hereafter, and laugh at it. Good-night _Charles_, fair goodness to
your dear Lady; 'tis late, 'tis late.
_Ang_. Pray, Sir, be careful of us.
_Mir_. It is enough, my best care shall attend ye. [_Exeunt_.
ACTUS IV. SCENA IV.
_Enter_ Andrew.
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