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. 1897 Excerpt: ...But I will dam that fire in my breast Till by the.force thereof my part consume. Ah, Mosbie! 50 Mosbie. Such deep pathaires, like to a cannon's burst Discharged against a ruinated wall, Breaks my relenting heart in thousand pieces. Ungentle Alice, thy sorrow is my sore; Thou know'st it well, and 'tis thy policy To forge distressful looks to wound a breast Where lies a heart that dies when thou art sad. It is not love that loves to anger love. Alice. It is not love that loves to murder love. Mosbie. How mean you that? 60 Alice. Thou knowest how dearly Arden loved me. Mosbie. And then? Alice. And then--conceal the rest, for 'tis too bad, Lest that my words be carried with the wind, And published in the world to both our shames. I pray thee, Mosbie, let our springtime wither; Our harvest else will yield but loathsome weeds. Forget, I pray thee, what hath passed betwixt us, For how I blush and tremble at the thoughts! Mosbie. What? are you changed? 70 Alice. Ay, to my former happy life again, From title of an odious strumpet's name To honest Arden's wife, not Arden's honest wife. Ha, Mosbie 1 'tis thou has rifled me of that And made me slanderous to all my kin; Even in my forehead is thy name ingraven, 1A mean artificer, that low-born name. I was bewitched: woe worth the hapless hour And all the causes that enchanted me! Mosbie. Nay, if you ban, let me breathe curses forth, 80 And if you stand so nicely at your fame, Let me repent the credit I have lost. I have neglected matters of import That would have stated me above thy state, Forslowed advantages, and spurned at time: Ay, Fortune's right hand Mosbie hath forsook To take a wanton giglot by the left. fSt I left the marriage of an honest maid, Whose dowry would have weighed down all thy wealth, Whose beauty a...