A Select Collection of Old English Plays - novelonlinefull.com
You’re read light novel A Select Collection of Old English Plays Part 35 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
2D STINK. Yet he may utter sweet doctrine, by your leave. But what think you of friar Cole?
1ST STINK. He? all fire: an' he be kindled once, a hot catholic.
3D STINK. And you mark him, he has a zealous nose, and richly inflamed.
1ST STINK. Peace, you rogues! Now they begin.
CRAB. _Incipe, Frater._
COLE. _Non ego, Domine._
CRAB. _Nec ego._
COLE. _Quare?_
CRAB. _Quia?_
COLE. _Quaeso._
ALL. Here's a queasy beginning, methinks. Silence! silence!
CRAB. Brethren, citizens, and market-folks of Seville.
COLE. Well-beloved and honoured Castilians.
CRAB. It is not unknown to you.
COLE. I am sure you are not ignorant.
CRAB. How villanous and strong!
COLE. How monstrous and huge!
CRAB. The faction of Prince Philip is.
COLE. Philip, that is a b.a.s.t.a.r.d.
CRAB. Philip, that is a dastard.
COLE. Philip, that killed your king.
CRAB. Only to make himself king.
COLE. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all d.a.m.ned, and you suffer it.
1ST STINK. Friar Cole says true: he speaks out to the heat of his zeal: look how he glows!
2D STINK. Well, friar Crab for my money; he has set my teeth an edge against this b.a.s.t.a.r.d.
1ST STINK. O, his words are like vergis to whet a man's stomach.
ALL. Silence! silence!
CRAB. Now contrariwise.
COLE. Your n.o.ble king the Moor----
CRAB. Is a valiant gentleman;
COLE. A n.o.ble gentleman;
CRAB. An honourable gentleman;
COLE. A fair black gentleman.
CRAB. A friend to Castilians,
COLE. A champion for Castilians,
CRAB. A man fit to be a king.
COLE. If he were not borne down by him that would be king, who (as I said before) is a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and no king.
1ST STINK. What think you, my masters? Do you mark his words well?
CRAB. Further, compare them together.
ALL. S'blood! there's no comparison between them.
COLE. Nay, but hear us, good countrymen.
ALL. Hear friar Cole! hear friar Cole!
COLE. Set[67] that b.a.s.t.a.r.d and Eleazar together.
1ST STINK. How? mean you by the ears?
CRAB. No, but compare them.
COLE. Do but compare them.
2D STINK. Zounds! we say again, comparisons are odious.
1ST STINK. But say on, say on.
[_Pieces go off; friars die._
ALL. Treason! treason! every man shift for himself. This is Philip's treason. Arm, arm, arm!
