Beggars Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Beggars Bush.

Beggars Bush eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Beggars Bush.

Gos. Why should’st thou light on that then? to what purpose?

Cla. I must not now discover.

Gos. Must not marry?  Shall I break now when my poor heart is pawn’d?  When all the preparation?

Cla. Now or never.

Gos. Come, ’tis not that thou would’st:  thou do’st but fright me.

Cla. Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye.

Gos. Clause, can’st thou be so cruel?

Cla. You may break, Sir, But never more in my thoughts appear honest.

Gos. Did’st ever see her?

Cla. No.

Gos. She is such a thing,
O Clause, she is such a wonder, such a mirror,
For beauty, and fair vertue, Europe has not: 
Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me? 
But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not,
I’le quit her presently:  who waits there?

Ser. [within] Sir.

Gos. Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company. 
Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart
And look upon her truly:  take a friends heart
And feel what misery must follow this.

Cla. Take you a noble heart and keep your promise; I forsook all I had, to make you happy.

Enter Gertrude, Vandunk, and the rest Merchants.

Can that thing call’d a Woman, stop your goodness?

Gos. Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now, Did’st ever see a fairer?

Cla. She is most goodly.

Gos. Pray ye stand still.

Ger. What ails my love?

Gos. Didst thou ever,
By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter? 
O that thou knew’st but love, or ever felt him,
Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.

1 Mer. Sure h’as some strange design in hand, he starts so.

2 Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.

Gos. View all her body,

Cla. ’Tis exact and excellent.

Gos. Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly? 
Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler,
And but to hear her speak, a Paradise,
And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love,
A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love:  ’tis now too
I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, Clause,
To say the holy words shall make us happy,
This is a cruelty beyond mans study,
All these are ready, all our joyes are ready,
And all the expectation of our friends,
’Twill be her death to do it.

Cla. Let her dye then.

Gos. Thou canst not:  ’tis impossible.

Cla. It must be.

Gos. ’Twill kill me too, ’twill murder me:  by heaven Clause I’le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me.

Cla. Then you must go with me:  I can stay no longer, If ye be true, and noble.

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