Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . were moved, you werebrought hither. Cas. But you, out of your anger and impatience,Caused us to be attached. Cand. Nay, you misplace it:Out of my quiet sufferance I did that,And not of any wrath. Had I shown anger,I should have then pursued you with the hunted you to shame, as many worldlingsDo build their anger upon feebler grounds ;The mores the pity; many lose their livesFor scarce so much coin as will hide their palm :Which is most cruel; those have vexed spiritsThat pursue lives ; in this opinion rest,The loss of millions could not
Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . were moved, you werebrought hither. Cas. But you, out of your anger and impatience,Caused us to be attached. Cand. Nay, you misplace it:Out of my quiet sufferance I did that,And not of any wrath. Had I shown anger,I should have then pursued you with the hunted you to shame, as many worldlingsDo build their anger upon feebler grounds ;The mores the pity; many lose their livesFor scarce so much coin as will hide their palm :Which is most cruel; those have vexed spiritsThat pursue lives ; in this opinion rest,The loss of millions could not move my breast. Flu. Thou art a blest man, and A\ath peace dost deal,Such a meek spirit can bless a commonweal. Cand. Gentlemen, now tis upon eating-time,Pray part not hence, but dine with me to-day. Cas. I never heard a carter yet say nayTo such a motion. Ill not be the first. Pio. Nor I. Flu. Nor I. Cand. The constable shall bear you , call him in : let the world say what it can drive me from a patient man. [ ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.—A Room i)i Bellafronts House. Enter Roger zvith a stool, cushion, looking-glass andchafing-dish : these being set doivn, he pulls out of hispocket a phial with white colour in it, and twoboxes, one with ivhite, another with 7ed paint; heplaces all things in order, and a candle by them,singing the ends of old ballads as he does it. At lastBellafront, as he rubs his cheek with the colours,whistles within. OG. Anon, forsooth. Bell. [ JFithin.] What are you play-ing the rogue about ? J?og. About you, forsooth; Imdrawing up a hole in your whitesilk stocking. Bell. Is my glass there? and myboxes of complexion ? Bog. Yes, forsooth : your boxes of complexion arehere, I think: yes, tis here: heres your two complexions,and if I had all the four complexions, I should neer seta good face upont. Some men I see, are born, underhard-favoured planets as well as women. Zounds, I lookworse now than I did before ! and it makes he
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