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. 1780 edition. Excerpt: . My blood curdles, And cakes about my heart. 'Seb.

I'll breathe a sigh so warm into thy bosom, 'Shall make it slow again. My love, he knows not 'Thou art a Christian: that produc'd his sear, Lest thou should sooth my soul with charms so strong, That Heav'n might prove too weak.' Aim. There must be more; This could not blunt your sword. Seb. Yes, if I drew it with a curs'd intent To take a misbeliever to my bed: It must be so. Aim. Yet Seb.

No, thou shalt not plead, With that fair mouth, against the cause of love. Within this castle is a captive priest, My holy conseslbr, whose free access Not ev'n the barb'rous victors have refus'd: This happy hour his hands shall make us 'one. Aim. I go, with Love and Fortune, two blind guides, To lead my way, half loth, and half consenting. If, as my soul forebodes, some dire event Pursue this union, or some crime unknown, Forgive me, Heav'n; and all ye bless'd above, Excuse the frailty of unbounded love. Exeunt. SCENE, supposed a Garden, wit ) Lodging Rooms behind it, or on the Side. '.

Enter Mufti, Antonio as a slavc, and Johayma, the. MuftiS wise. Muf. And how do you like him? Look upon him well; he's a personable sellow, of a Christian dog. Now I think you are sitted for a gardener. Ha, what fay'st thou, Johayma? Job. He may make a shift to sow lettice, raise melons, and water a garden-plat-; ' but otherwise, a very silthy' 'sellow. sellow.

How odiously he smells of his country gar4 lick --Fugh, how he stinks of Spain ' Muf. Why, honey-bird, -1 bought him on purpose for thee. Didst thou not fay thou long'dil for a Christian slave? Job. Ay, but ' the sight of that loathsome creature has 4 almost cured me; and'how can I tell that he's a Christian? 4 An he were well searched, he may prove a Jew, ' 'for.