Din Monologue from The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy

From The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy by Francis Beaumont

male · dramatic · 1:12 min

Lamira Loves Her Brother Beaupre dearly. (Cler: What of that?) And should he call me to account for what But now I spake, nor can I with mine honour Recant my words, that little hope is left me, E're to enjoy what (next to Heaven) I long for, Is taken from me. (Cer: Why what can you hope for, She being now married?) Oh my Cleremont, To you all secrets of my heart lye open, And I rest most secure that whatsoe're I lock up there, is as a private thought, And will no farther wrong me. I am a French-man, And for the greater part we are born Courtiers, She is a woman, and however yet, No heat of service had the power to melt Her frozen Chastity, time and opportunitie May work her to my ends, I confess ill ones, And yet I must pursue 'em: now her marriage, In probabilitie, will no way hurt, But rather help me.

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