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Cec . I had rather see ' t than you . Jac . What ' 8 i' the wind ?—nobleman , or gentleman , or a brain-fancy—am not 1 at hand ? Are you mad ? Cec . Pd gladly believe I have been so . Jac . Good . I ' m content you see me aright once more , and acknowledge yourself wrong . And to me too ! Bethink
thee , I say , when last year after the dance at Hampton thou were enraged against the noble that slighted thee ; and , flushed with wine , thou took'st me by the ear , and mad ' st me hand thee into thy coach , and get in beside thee , with a drawn sword in my hand and a dripping trencher on my head ,
singing such songs , until Cec . Earth-worms and stone walls ! Jac . Hey ! what of them ? Cec . I would that as the corporal Past they cover , They could , at earnest bidding of the will , Entomb in walls of darkness and devour
The hated retrospections of the mind . Jac . ( aside ) Oho ! — the lamps and saw-dust ! — Here ' s foul play And mischief in the market . Preaching varlet ! I'll find him out . [ Exit . Cec . Self-disgust
Gnaws at the roots of being , and doth hang A heavy sickness on the beams of day , Making the atmosphere , which should exalt Our contemplations , press us down to earth , As though our breath had made it thick with plague .
Cursed ! accursed be the freaks of Nature , That mar us from ourselves , and make our acts The scorn and loathing of our after-thoughts—The finger-mark of Conscience , who , most treacherous , Wakes to accuse , but slumber'd o ' er the sin . [ Exit .
Scene III . A room in a tavern : Marlowe , Hj- y wood , Middleton , and Gentlemen . A Gent . I do rejoice to find myself among The choicest spirits of the age : health , sirs !
I would commend your fame to future years , But that I know ere this ye must be old In the conviction , and that ye full oft With sure posterity have shaken hands Over the unstable bridge of present time . Mar * Not so : we write from the full heart within ,
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The Death of Marlowe . 138
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 133, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/61/
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