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Scene II . Enter Heywood and Middleton . Mid . And yet it may end well , after his fit is over . Hey . But he is earnest in it .
Mid . 'Tis his way : a little thunder clears the atmosphere . At present he is spell-bound , and smouldereth in a hot cloud of passion ; but when he once makes his way , he will soon again disperse his free spirit abroad over the inspired heavens Hey . I fear me she will sow a train of feverish fancies in his mind that may go near to drive him mad .
Mid . How so ?—he knoweth her for a courtezan , and Master Marlowe hath too deep a reading i'the books of nature to nail his hearj upon a gilded weather-cock . He is only desperate after the fashion of a pearl-diver . When he hath enough he will desist .
Hey . Nay , he persisteth in not knowing her for a courtezan —talks of her purity in burning words that seem to glow and enhance his love from his convictions of her virtue ; then suddenly falls into silent abstraction , looking like a man whose eyes are filled with visions of paradise . No pains takes she to deceive him ; for he supersedes the chance by deceiving himself beyond measure . He either listens not at all to intimation , or insists the contrary .
Mid . This is his passionate aggravation or self-will : he must know it . Hey . Tis my belief ; but her beauty blinds him with its beams , and drives his exiled reason into darkness . Mid . Here comes one that could enlighten his perception , methinks . Hey . Who ' s he ? Oh , Jack-o ' -night , the tavern-pimp .
Enter Jacconot . Jac . Save ye , my masters ; lusty thoughts go with ye , and a jovial full cup wait on your steps : so shall your blood rise , and honest women pledge ye in their dreams ! Mid . Your weighty-pursed knowledge of women , balanced against your light-fingered knowledge of honesty , Master Jack-o ' -night , would come down to earth , methinks , as rapid as a fall from a gallows-tree .
Jac . Well said , Master Middleton—a merry devil and a long-liv § d one run monkey-wise up your back-bone ! May your dayfc be as happy as they ' re sober , and your nights full of applause ! May no brawling mob pelt you when crowned , nor hoot down your plays when your soul's pinned like a cock-chafer on public opinion ! May no learned or
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The Death of Marlowe . 131
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 131, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/59/
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