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unlearned calf write against your knowledge and wit , and no brother paper-stainer pilfer your pages , and then call you a general thief ! Am 1 the only rogue and vagabond in the world ?
Mid . I'faith , not : nay , an * thou wert , there would be no lack of them i'the next generation . Thou mighVst be the father of the race , being now the bodily type of it . Jac . That , for your type ! [ Exit Jacconot , hastily , Mid . Look !—said I not so ? See whom ' tis he meets ; And with a lounging , loose , familiar air , Cocking his cap , and setting his hand on ' s hip , Salutes with such free language as his action And attitude explain !
Hey . I grieve for Marlowe : The more , since 'tis as certain lie must have Full course of passion , as that its object ' s fall Of most unworthy elements . Mid . Unworthy , Indeed , of such a form : if all be base .
Nature , methinks , doth seldom so belie The inward by the outward ; seldom frame A che ^ t so finisli'd to ensnare the senses , And break our faith in all substantial truth . [ Exeunt
Enter Cecilia , followed by Jacconot . Jac . Well , well , Mistress St Cecil ; the money is all well
enough—I object nothing to the money . Cec . Then , go your ways . Jac . My ways are your ways—a murrain on your beauties —has your brain shot forth sky-larks as your eyes do sparks ? Cec . Go !—here is my purse , Jac . I'll no more oft!—I have a mind to fling back what thou'st already given me for my services . Cec . Master Jacconot , I would have no further services
from thee . If thou art not yet satisfied , fetch the weight and scales , and I will cast my gold into it , and my dross besidesso shall I be doubly relieved . Jac . I say again , and the devil bear me fierce witness ! it is not gold I want , but rightful favour ; not silver , but sweet civility ; not dross , but due respect to my nonpareil value of
Bethink thee , ^ eeil—bethink thee man y things ! Ay ! am not I the true gallant of my time / the great glow-worm and Will-o ' -the-whisp—the life , the fortune , and the favorite of the brightest among ye ! Cjec . Go ! Jac . Go !—a death ' s-head crown your pillow ! May you dream of love , and wake and see that }
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132 The Death of Marlowe .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 132, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/60/
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