Original Plays Volume 2 (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. 1907 Excerpt: ...I could forgive him, freely, everything, Except those masses Meph. "Though it's true," said be, "In all our quarrels, and we'd many quarrels, She was invariably to blame." Mar. A lie A most observable and shameless lie Meph. Alas I fear that, as a rule, his words Were not distinguished by that love of truth That you and I deem indispensable. For instance, he declared that earning bread To feed so many mouths took all his time, And left no moment ho could call his own Mar. Again, a lie I drudged from morn to night To feed and clothe his famished family, While he sat all day fuddling at the ale-house Alas, he never eared for wife or child Meph. Nay, there you wrong him. Give the deuce his due. Before he sailed he prayed to all the saints To bless his arms with full prosperity; So that, if he in battle should be slain, His widow yet might live in luxury. Mar. Poor soul poor soul Did Heaven so bless them? Meph. Yes. His prayer was heard. Some seven months ago He helped to take a Turkish galley, fraught With countless treasure. Mar. Why, that was well done. Brave man Meph. Brave man Mar. And what got he by that? Meph. His share of prize-money--twelve thousand marks Mar. Twelve thousand marks a fortune in itself May Heaven forgive me all my angry words He had a brave good heart. Where is the money? Meph. Ask his good heart. He never could resist A tale of sorrow eloquently told. Mar. (alarmed). What mean you? Meph. When at Naples, shortly after, He saw a girl--young, beautiful, but poor--A very child, scarce seventeen years old. His tender heart gave way; she was so poor, And then so very young--scarce seventeen I He gave it all to her. Mar. All Meph. Every florin. But then, she was so young--scarce seventeen Mar. At his old t...