The Love-chase

_Charg_. What, hoa there! Hoa, sirrahs! More wine! Are the knaves asleep? Let not our guests cool, or we shall starve the till! Good waiting, more than viands and wine, doth hel...

_Wal_. Well, Master Wildrake, speak you of the chase! To hear you one doth feel the bounding steed; You bring the hounds and game, and all to view-- All scudding to the jovial h...

_Sir Wil_. At sixty-two, to be in leading-strings, Is an old child--and with a daughter, too! Her mother held me ne'er in check so strait As she. I must not go but where she lik...

_Wild_. Nay, Master Trueworth, I must needs be gone! She treats me worse and worse! I am a stock, That words have none to pay her. For her sake I quit the town to-day. I like a...

_W. Green_. Lydia, my gloves. If Master Waller calls, I shall be in at three; and say the same To old Sir William Fondlove. Tarry yet!-- What progress, think you, make I in the...

_Con_. Well, Phoebe, would you know me? Are those locks That cluster on my forehead and my cheek, Sufficient mask? Show I what I would seem, A lady for the chase? My darkened br...

_Wal_. But thou shalt hear me, gentle Lydia. Sweet maiden, thou art frightened at thyself! Thy own perfections 'tis that talk to thee. Thy beauty rich!--thy richer grace!--thy m...

_Con_. The booby! He must fall in love, indeed! And now he's naught but sentimental looks And sentences, pronounced 'twixt breath and voice! And attitudes of tender languishment...

_Alice_. [Speaking to the outside.] Fly, Stephen, to the door! your rapier! quick!-- Our master is beset, because of one Whose part he takes, a maid, whom lawless men Would lawl...

_Wild_. Thank you. Most kind you are--And you believe she loves me: And your own hopes give up to favour mine. Was ever known such kindness! Much I fear 'Twill cost you.

_Con_. I'll pine to death for no man! Wise it were, Indeed, to die for neighbour Wildrake--No!-- I know the duty of a woman, better-- What fits a maid of spirit! I am out Of pat...

_Sir Wil_. Yes; and thrives Upon uncertainty--and makes it, too, With all its pains to shun it. I could bind Myself, methinks, with but the twentieth part Of all this cordage, s...

_W. Green_. Oh, bond of destiny!--Fair bond, that seal'st My fate in happiness! I'll read thee yet Again--although thou'rt written on my heart. But here his hand, indicting thee...