For treasure: who e'er knew a Harlot rich? Or could build by the purchase of her sin An hospital to keep their bastards in? The duke's son! oh; when women are young courtiers, To know the miseries most harlots taste, Thou'dst wish thyself unborn when thou'rt unchaste. Cast. O mother, let me twine about your neck, And kiss you till my soul melt on your lips; I did but this to try you. Moth. O speak truth. Cast. Indeed I did not; for no tongue hath force To alter me from honest: If maidens would, men's words could have no power; A virgin's honor is a crystal tower, Which being weak is guarded with good spirits; Until she basely yields, no ill inherits. Moth. O happy child! faith, and thy birth, hath saved me, 'Mongst thousand daughters, happiest of all others; Buy thou a glass for maids, and I for mothers. Evil Report after Death. What is it to have A flattering false insculption on a tomb, And in men's hearts reproach? the 'bowel'd corps Bastards. Oh what a grief 'tis that a man should live But once in the world, and then to live a Bastard? The curse of the womb, the thief of nature, Begot against the seventh commandment, Too nice respects in Courtship. It is as easy way unto a duchess As to a hatted dame, if her love answer: THE DEVIL'S LAW CASE; OR, WHEN WOMEN GO TO LAW, THE DEVIL IS FULL OF BUSINESS. A TRAGI-COMEDY. BY JOHN WEBSTER. Contarino challenges Ercole to fight him for the possession of Jolenta, whom they both love. Con. Sir; my love to you has proclaim'd you one, To the world's eye shown like friends. Erc. Unfained. Con. You are false To the good thought I held of you; and now, Erc. Compare her beauty and my youth together, No miracle at all. Con. Yes, it will prove Prodigious to you: I must stay your voyage. Con. 'Tis a seal From heaven to do it, since you'd ravish from me By practice that had giv'n you now for dead You must fight with me. Erc. I will, Sir. Con. And instantly. Ere. I will haste before you. Point whither. Con. Why, you speak nobly; and, for this fair dealing, Were the rich jewel (which we vary for) A thing to be divided, by my life, I would be well content to give you half: But since 'tis vain to think we can be friends, Tis needful one of us be tane away From being the other's enemy. Erc. Yet, methinks, This looks not like a quarrel. It Con. Not a quarrel! Erc. You have not apparelled your fury well; goes too plain, like a scholar. Con. It is an ornament, Makes it more terrible; and you shall find it By discreet valor; because I do not strike you, Would show like the stale injury of wine) I reserve my rage to sit on my sword's piont; Which a great quantity of your best blood Can't satisfy. Erc. You promise well to yourself. Shall 's have no seconds? Con. None, for fear of prevention. So whether our time calls us to live or die, And true Italians. Erc. For that, let me embrace you. Con. Methinks, being an Italian, I trust you But your jealousy gave that embrace, to try Erc. No, believe me. I take your heart to be sufficient proof I am arm'd with. Con. You deal equally.* Sitting for a picture. Must you have my Picture? You will enjoin me to a strange punishment. It has not been the same: I have known others I were devoutly kneeling at my prayers; * I have selected this scene as the model of a well managed and gentlemanlike difference. Honorable Employment. Oh, my lord, lie not idle : The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Which has so many rare and curious pieces Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds: In the trenches for the soldier; in the wakeful study For men of our profession: of all which Selling of Land. I could wish That noblemen would ever live in the country, Have no such goodly prospects any way Dirge in a Funeral Pageant. All the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying: These have but their growing prime, All bewitching appetites. Sweetest breath and clearest eye Who seek by trophies and dead things |