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Elizabethan drama
by Christopher Marlowe
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ...me's meet that I can fashion fit. Exit. Scene III. The Duke of Albany's palace Enter Goneril, and Oswald, her Steward Gon. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his Fool? Osw. Ay, madam. Gon. By day and night he wrongs me; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other That sets us all at odds. I 'll not endure it. His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On every trifle. When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him; say I am sick. If you come slack of former services, You shall do well; the fault of it, I 'll answer. Osw. He's coming, madam; I hear him. Horns within. Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question.1 If he distaste it, let him to my sister, Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, Not to be over-rul'd. Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away! Now, by my life, Old fools are babes again, and must be us'd With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd. Remember what I have said. OsW. Well, madam. 1 1 Plots. 1 Discussion. 'Dislike. 1 Confuse, disguise. 'Changed my appearance. Gon. And let his knights have colder looks among you; What grows of it, no matter. Advise your fellows so. I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall, That I may speak. I 'll write straight to my sister, To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner. Exeunt. Scene IV. A hall in the same Enter Kent disguised Kent. If but as well I other accents borrow, That can my speech defuse,1 my good intent May carry through itself to that full issue For which I raz'd my likeness.1 Now, banish'd Kent, If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd, So may it come, thy master, whom thou lov'st, Shall find thee full of labours. Horns within. Enter ...
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Elizabethan drama
by Christopher Marlowe
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ...me's meet that I can fashion fit. Exit. Scene III. The Duke of Albany's palace Enter Goneril, and Oswald, her Steward Gon. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his Fool? Osw. Ay, madam. Gon. By day and night he wrongs me; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other That sets us all at odds. I 'll not endure it. His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On every trifle. When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him; say I am sick. If you come slack of former services, You shall do well; the fault of it, I 'll answer. Osw. He's coming, madam; I hear him. Horns within. Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question.1 If he distaste it, let him to my sister, Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, Not to be over-rul'd. Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away! Now, by my life, Old fools are babes again, and must be us'd With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd. Remember what I have said. OsW. Well, madam. 1 1 Plots. 1 Discussion. 'Dislike. 1 Confuse, disguise. 'Changed my appearance. Gon. And let his knights have colder looks among you; What grows of it, no matter. Advise your fellows so. I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall, That I may speak. I 'll write straight to my sister, To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner. Exeunt. Scene IV. A hall in the same Enter Kent disguised Kent. If but as well I other accents borrow, That can my speech defuse,1 my good intent May carry through itself to that full issue For which I raz'd my likeness.1 Now, banish'd Kent, If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd, So may it come, thy master, whom thou lov'st, Shall find thee full of labours. Horns within. Enter ...