Ia#39;ll provide A masque shall make your Hymen turn his saffron Into a sullen coat, and sing sad rcquiems To your departing ... As you are, living; all your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble; No chronicle shall speak you. though your own, But for the shame of men. ... May they know no language but that gibberish they prattle to their parcels ; unless it be the Gothic Latin they write in their bonds; ... hum they raise ! wits, my wits ! Devils choke. 46 i PHILASTER. ACT VSCENE.
|Title||:||The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher with an Introduction by George Darley|