A Warning for Fair Women (Paperback)


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. 1893 Excerpt: ...Thwarted by some malignant, envious star Night, I could stab thee I could stab myself, I am so mad that he escaped my hands. How like a fatal comet did that light With this portentious vision fright mine eyes A masque of devils walk along with thee, And thou the torch-bearer unto them all Thou fatal brand, ne'er may'st thou be extinct Till thou hast set that damned house on fire Where he is lodged, that brought thee to this place. ganders this hand doth hold that death alone, And bears the seal of thy destruction.--Some other time shall serve. Till thou be dead, My fortunes yet are ne'er accomplished. Exit. SCENE II.--Woolwich. A Public Road. Enter Master Barnes, and John Beane his man. Sea. Must I go first to Greenwich, sir? Bar. What else? Bea. I cannot go by water, for it ebbs; The wind's at west, and both are strong against us, Bar. My meaning is that you shall go by land, And come by water; though the tide be late, Fail not to be at home again this night, With answer of those letters which ye have. This letter give to master CofEerer; If he be not at Court when ye come there, heave't at his chamber in any case, Pray master Sanders to be here next week, About the matter at St. Mary-Cray. Bea. Methinks, sir, under your correction, Next week is ill-appointed. Bar. Why, I pray ye? Bea. Tis Easter week, and every holiday Are sermons at the Spittle. Bar. What of that? Bea. Can master Sanders then be spared to come? Bar. Well said, John fool. I hope at afternoon A pair of oars may bring him down to Woolwich: Tell him he must come down in any wise. Bea. What shall I bring from London? Bar. A fool's head. Bea. A calf's head's better meat. 'Tis Maundy Thursday, sir, and every butcher Now keeps open shop. Bar. Well, get ye gone, and hie ye home. How now? bban...

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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. 1893 Excerpt: ...Thwarted by some malignant, envious star Night, I could stab thee I could stab myself, I am so mad that he escaped my hands. How like a fatal comet did that light With this portentious vision fright mine eyes A masque of devils walk along with thee, And thou the torch-bearer unto them all Thou fatal brand, ne'er may'st thou be extinct Till thou hast set that damned house on fire Where he is lodged, that brought thee to this place. ganders this hand doth hold that death alone, And bears the seal of thy destruction.--Some other time shall serve. Till thou be dead, My fortunes yet are ne'er accomplished. Exit. SCENE II.--Woolwich. A Public Road. Enter Master Barnes, and John Beane his man. Sea. Must I go first to Greenwich, sir? Bar. What else? Bea. I cannot go by water, for it ebbs; The wind's at west, and both are strong against us, Bar. My meaning is that you shall go by land, And come by water; though the tide be late, Fail not to be at home again this night, With answer of those letters which ye have. This letter give to master CofEerer; If he be not at Court when ye come there, heave't at his chamber in any case, Pray master Sanders to be here next week, About the matter at St. Mary-Cray. Bea. Methinks, sir, under your correction, Next week is ill-appointed. Bar. Why, I pray ye? Bea. Tis Easter week, and every holiday Are sermons at the Spittle. Bar. What of that? Bea. Can master Sanders then be spared to come? Bar. Well said, John fool. I hope at afternoon A pair of oars may bring him down to Woolwich: Tell him he must come down in any wise. Bea. What shall I bring from London? Bar. A fool's head. Bea. A calf's head's better meat. 'Tis Maundy Thursday, sir, and every butcher Now keeps open shop. Bar. Well, get ye gone, and hie ye home. How now? bban...

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Rarebooksclub.com

Country of origin

United States

Release date

May 2012

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First published

May 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 2mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

34

ISBN-13

978-1-236-19861-7

Barcode

9781236198617

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1-236-19861-1



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