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The cruel kindness; a romantic play, in five acts

Author Catherine Crowe
Publisher RareBooksClub.com
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ISBN / ASIN1130494748
ISBN-139781130494747
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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. 1853 Excerpt: ...with you! Paulo. Pooh! pooh! I have not time to waste on you; I've business in hand. Lisa. What business is't? Paulo. Tour lady's father's come. Lisa. What, Lord Lorenzo? Paulo. And I'm despatched to fetch Prince Giulio home. Lisa. I see: they'd have the wedding solemnized Between the Lady Viola, my mistress, And young Prince Giulio, ere Duke Manfred dies. Where is the prince? Paulo. He's at his hunting-lodge. Lisa. He's always there, I think! I wonder My mistress can endure Prince Giulio's ways! I hate to see't when lovers are so cold. Significantly. He'd sooner kiss his falcon than her lips! Paulo. And if he likes his falcon best, why not? Lisa. Is not my lady fair? His cousin too, And chosen by the duke to be his bride? Paulo. I prythee, little maiden, list these sayings: Love runs not with the blood, nor others' choice, But with the heart's election--we oft love, We know not why--and hate for the same cause. The handsome often love the very plain, The very plain the handsome; that's the reason Tou love me. Exit. Lisa. A saucy knave--how fast he walks away; He shows his wisdom there--I'd box his ears If I could catch him--he's grown cold to me, And copies from his master, the Prince Giulio, That scorns to court the lady he's to wed. Some secret, oft I think, he doth conceal, His goings and his comings are so strange; His absences no frequent: I suspect He's false. I'll follow him, anon, and watch; But, as I live, my Lord Lorenzo comes! Enter Lorenzo. "Welcome, your lordship, to Urbino! Lor. Thanks! "Where shall I find my daughter in this palace? Lisa. My lady and Prince Carlo are abroad; I saw them mount their steeds some hour ago. Lor. Tou'd say Prince Giulio? Lisa. No, Prince Carlo 'twas, My lord; since ever that young prince returned, He and...