Pseudo-Shakespere'sche Dramen (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. 1854. Excerpt: ... ARDEN OF FEVERSHAM. A C T I. SCENE I. (Enter Arden and Francklin.) Fran. Arden, cheer up thy spirits and droop no more: My gracious lord, the duke of Somerset, Hath freely given to thee and to thy heirs, By letters-patent from his majesty, All the lands of the abbey of Feversham. Here are the deeds Seal'd and subscrib'd with his name and the king's: Read them, and leave this melancholy mood. Ard. Francklin, thy love prolongs my weary life; And but for thee, how odious were this life: That shows me nothing but torments my soul, And those foul objects that offend mine eyes, Which makes me wish that, for this veil of heaven, The earth hung o'er my head and cover'd me. Love-letters pass'd 'twixt Mosbie and my wife, And they have privy meetings in the town: Nay, on his finger did I spy the ring, Which at our marriage day the priest put on. Can any grief be half so great as this? Fran. Comfort thyself, sweet friend, it is not strange, That women will be false and wavering. Ard. Ay, but to dote on such a one as he, Is monstrous, Francklin, and intolerable. Fran. Why, what is he? Ard. A botcher, and no better at the first; Who, by base brokage getting some small stock, Crept into service of a nobleman: And by his servile flattery and fawning, Is now become the steward of his house, And bravely jets it in his silken gown. Fran. No nobleman will countenance such a peasant. Ard. Yes, the Lord Clifford, he that loves not me. But through his favour let him not grow proud: For were he by the Lord Protector back'd, He should not make me to be pointed at. I am by birth a gentleman of blood, And that injurious ribald, that attempts To violate my dear wife's chastity, (For dear I hold her love, as dear as heaven) Shall on the bed which he thinks to defile, See his dissever...