English drama -- 17th century; English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Lev._ I think I am accursed, Sebastian. There's one at the door has
beaten opportunity away from us. In brief, I love thee, and it shall
not be long before I give thee a testimony of it. To save thee now from
suspicion do no more but draw thy rapier, chafe thyself, and when he
comes in, rush by without taking notice of him. Only seem to be angry,
and let me alone for the rest.[155]
_Enter_ BELFOREST.
_Sebas._ Now by the hand of Mercury--[_Exit._
_Bel._ What's the matter, wife?
_Lev._ Oh, oh, husband!
_Bel._ Prithee what ail'st thou, woman?
_Lev._ O feel my pulse. It beats, I warrant you. Be patient a little,
sweet husband: tarry but till my breath come to me again and I'll
satisfy you.
_Bel._ What ails Sebastian? He looks so distractedly.
_Lev._ The poor gentleman's almost out on's wits, I think. You remember
the displeasure his father took against him about the liberty of speech
he used even now, when your daughter went to be married?
_Bel._ Yes. What of that?
_Lev._ 'T has crazed him sure. He met a poor man i' the street even
now. Upon what quarrel I know not, but he pursued him so violently that
if my house had not been his rescue he had surely killed him.
_Bel._ What a strange desperate young man is that!
_Lev._ Nay, husband, he grew so in rage, when he saw the man was
conveyed from him, that he was ready even to have drawn his naked
weapon upon me. And had not your knocking at the door prevented him,
surely he'd done something to me.
_Bel._ Where's the man?
_Lev._ Alas, here! I warrant you the poor fearful soul is scarce come
to himself again yet.--If the fool have any wit he will apprehend me.
[_Aside._]--Do you hear, sir? You may be bold to come forth: the fury
that haunted you is gone. [FRESCO _peeps fearfully forth from behind
the arras._
_Fres._ Are you sure he is gone?
_Bel._ He's gone, he's gone, I warrant thee.
_Fres._ I would I were gone too. H's shook me almost into a dead palsy.
_Bel._ How fell the difference between you?
_Fres._ I would I were out at the back door.
_Bel._ Thou art safe enough. Prithee tell's the falling out.
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