|
|||||
|
|
|||||
|
Book, page 101 / 109 To think but what a cheat the crown shall have By my attainder! I prithee, if thou beest a gentleman, Get but a copy of my inventory. That part of poet that was given me Made me a very unthrift; For this is the disease attends us all, Poets were never thrifty, never shall. [Enter Lady More mourning, Daughters, Master Roper.] LIEUTENANT. Oh, noble More!-- My lord, your wife, your son-in-law, and daughters. MORE. Son Roper, welcome;--welcome, wife, and girls. Why do you weep? because I live at ease? Did you not see, when I was Chancellor, I was so clogged with suitors every hour, I could not sleep, nor dine, nor sup in quiet? Here's none of this; here I can sit and talk With my honest keeper half a day together, Laugh and be merry: why, then, should you weep? ROPER. These tears, my lord, for this your long restraint Hope had dried up, with comfort that we yet, Although imprisoned, might have had your life. MORE. To live in prison, what a life were that! The king (I thank him) loves me more then so. Tomorrow I shall be at liberty To go even whether I can, After I have dispatched my business. LADY MORE. Ah, husband, husband, yet submit yourself! Have care of your poor wife and children.
|
Knowledgerush Search
|
|
Browse Books | Browse Authors | Search Home
| Dictionary
| Contact Us
| Privacy Statement & Terms of Use
|