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A TRAGEDY.
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SCENE II.
PORTER of the Castle, FLORIAN.
PORTER.
Methought
I heard a ftranger's voice—What lack you, sir?
Methought
I heard a ftranger's voice—What lack you, sir?
FLORIAN.
Good fellow, who inhabits here?
Good fellow, who inhabits here?
PORTER.
I do.
I do.
FLORIAN.
Belike this castle is not thine.
Belike this castle is not thine.
PORTER.
Belike so
But be it whose it may, this is no haunt
For revellers and gallants—pass your way.
Belike so
But be it whose it may, this is no haunt
For revellers and gallants—pass your way.
FLORIAN.
Thou churl! Is this your Gallic hospitality?
Thy lady, on my life, would not thus rudely
Chide from her presence a bewilder'd knight.
Thou churl! Is this your Gallic hospitality?
Thy lady, on my life, would not thus rudely
Chide from her presence a bewilder'd knight.
PORTER.
Thou know'st my lady then!—Thou know'st her not.
Canst thou, in hair-cloths vex those dainty limbs?
Canst thou on reeking pavements and cold marble,
In meditation pass the livelong night?
Canst mortify that flesh, my rosy minion,
And bid thy rebel appetite refrain
From goblets foaming wine, and costly viands?
These are the deeds, my youngster, must draw down
My lady's ever-heav'n-directed eye.
Thou know'st my lady then!—Thou know'st her not.
Canst thou, in hair-cloths vex those dainty limbs?
Canst thou on reeking pavements and cold marble,
In meditation pass the livelong night?
Canst mortify that flesh, my rosy minion,
And bid thy rebel appetite refrain
From goblets foaming wine, and costly viands?
These are the deeds, my youngster, must draw down
My lady's ever-heav'n-directed eye.
FLORIAN.