This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...man and soldier, If I had buried him in a wave at sea, (Lost in some honourable action) I would not to the saltness of his grave Have added the least tear: But these quarrels, Bred out of game and wine! I had as lief He should have died of a surfeit. Enter Mariana and Clarissa. Mar. Oh, what comfort? How is it with our son, sir? Alb. His work-masters Bear me in hand here, (as my lawyer does When I have a crack'd title, or bad suit in law) All shall go well. Mar. I pray you, gentlemen, What think you of his wound? Phgs. 'Tis but a scratch; Nothing to danger. Clar. But he received it from a friend; And the unkindness ta'en at that may kill him. Mar. Let me see him. Phys. By no means; he slumbers. Mar. Then I cannot believe you when you tell There is hope of him. me Alb-Yet many ladies Do give more faith to their physician Than to their confessor. Clar. Oh, my poor lost brother! And friend, more dear than brother! Alb. More loud instruments To disturb his slumbers? Go, go, take caroch! And, as you love me, you and the girl retire To our summer-house i' th' country: I'll be with Within these two days. you Mar. I am yours in all things, Though with much sorrow to leave him. Exeunt Marianaimd Claris&a, Alb. I pray you, gentlemen, With best observance tend your patient: The loss of my heir-male lies now a-bleeding; And think what payment his recovery Shall shower upon you. Exeunt Physician and Surgeon. Enter Mentiyole. Of all men breathing, Wherefore do you arrive here? are you mad? My injury begins to bleed afresh At sight of you. Why, this affront of yours I receive more malicious than the other. Your hurt was only danger to my son; But your sight to me is death? Why come you hither? Do you come to view the wounds which you have And glory...