The Spanish Curate eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about The Spanish Curate.

The Spanish Curate eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about The Spanish Curate.

     Bar.

     He shall not trouble thee, he dare not speak to thee.

     Enter Moor, with Chesse-board.

     Bring out the Chesse-board,—­come let’s have a game wife,
     I’le try your masterie, you say you are cunning.

     Am.

     As learned as ye are, Sir, I shall beat ye.

     Enter Leandro.

     Bar.

     Here he steals out, put him not out of countenance,
     Prethee look another way, he will be gone else
     Walk and refresh your self, I’ll be with you presently.

     Lean.

     I’le take the air a little. [Play at chess.

     Bar.

     ’Twill be healthfull.

     Am.

     Will ye be there? then here?  I’le spare ye that man.

     Lea.

     Would I were so near too, and a mate fitting.

     Am.

     What think ye, Sir, to this I have at your Knight now.

     Bar.

     ’Twas subtilly play’d:  your Queen lies at my service. 
     Prethee look off, he is ready to pop in again,
     Look off I say, do’st thou not see how he blushes?

     Am.

     I do not blast him.

     Lean.

     But ye do, and burn too,
     What killing looks she steals!

     Bar.

     I have you now close,
     Now for a Mate.

     Lean.

     You are a blessed man that may so have her. 
     Oh that I might play with her—­

     [knock within.

     Bar.

     Who’s there?  I come, you cannot scape me now wife. 
     I come, I come.

     [knock.

     Lean.

     Most blessed hand that calls him.

     Bar.

     Play quickly wife.

     Am.

     ’Pray ye give leave to think, Sir.

     Enter Moor.

     Moor.

     An honest neighbour that dwells hard by, Sir,
     Would fain speak with your worship about business.

     Lean.

     The devil blow him off.

     Bar.

     Play.

     Am.

     I will study: 
     For if you beat me thus, you will still laugh at me—­[knock.

     Bar.

     He knocks again; I cannot stay. Leandro,
     ’Pray thee come near.

     Lean.

     I am well, Sir, here.

     Bar.

     Come hither: 
     Be not afraid, but come.

     Am.

     Here’s none will bite, Sir.

     Lean.

     God forbid Lady.

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