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of the skin, which marvellously increased liis deathlike appearance.
“ Alack !-what a sight is this! What a villainous thing have I done !” she continued as she kept kissing of his lips, and pressing of him to her bosom with a very heart-broken countenance. 66 I that have loved thee better than all the world beside, and would freely have given my own life to have saved thine! I know not what could have possessed me to lay hands on thee. Oh! 't
sa most horrid wickedness! Francis!-thou who ath ever been to me the gentlest, fondest, and best of creatures, and that I have loved more as a child of mine own than aught else. Oh! speak but a word, or my heart will break! Indeed, and on my life, and heart, and soul, and all things that be most sacred in this world--thou hast been most shamefully deceived in what thou didst say of me. I have done no such vileness. Alack ! alack ! He heeds me not !”
Then she carefully laid him down on the floor, and stood over him for the space of something more than a minute, wringing of her hands, and sobbing in such sort as none could see unmoved; when, suddenly, as if a thought had struck her, she began vigorously chafing of one of his hands with both hers, and then the other; and then she unfastened his doublet and chafed his breast in the same manner, lifting up with her other arm his head the
whilst, which she pressed closely to her; and kissing of his forehead; and sobbing wonderfully; and ever and anon saying all sorts of endearing things to him.
All at once he gave a slight gasp. At this she uttered such a scream of exultation that surely the like was never heard; and fell to a chafing of his breast with more vigorousness than ever—now laughing, now crying, now caressing of him, now pressing him fondly, in so wild and distracted a ma er as was a marvel to look upon. In a little
In a little time he gave a stronger gasp; then two or three; then moved he his arıns, sighing very heavily. Presently his eyelids opened more, and he looked about him with a strange unconscious stare, and kept breathing as with some sort of difficulty. The blackness went from his face, leaving it exceeding pale, and his lips got a little more colour in them.
Seeing these things, Joanna grew so agitated that she was obliged gently to put his head again upon the ground whilst she stood up a bit. Then she pressed her temples in her hands, and seemed as if she was striving to collect her scattered thoughts. In a few moments she went to a cupboard and poured out some wine into a cup, with which she presently returned to him, and setting his head against her shoulder, she poured the liquid down his throat. This appeared to produce a wonderful good effect, for in a few minutes his cheek lost
much of its extreme pallidness; his eyes looked as if with some knowledge of where he was; and he breathed not so hard as he had done but a moment since. Making a movement as if to rise, Joanna placed her arm around his waist, and assisted him up; but she spoke not a word, nor had she done so since he had given such signs of his returning life as shewed he had some sciousness of surrounding things.
In truth, she seemed in extreme perplexity as to how she should conduct herself. She knew not what to say, and scarce what to do.
So monstrously ashamed was she that the violence of her passion should have led her into so great a wickedness as the attempting of his life, that she felt as if she could urge nothing in defence of it; and scarce dared look him in the face. Every moment she expected him to overwhelm her with reproaches; and the more she thought upon the matter, the more bewildered did she seem to get. At last, when she had got him to stand upright, and found he could do so without assistance, her uneasiness became so great, that she was obliged to leave him and lean upon the back of a chair for support. As for Master Francis, he was in such a state of mind, that he could not for some time, remember what had taken place. He looked about him like one amazed. He thought that something terrible had been done, but he knew not what. It happened that his gaze wandering about the room, met that of Joanna, who was watching him with great anxiety; and then, by degrees the whole scene, till he was deprived of consciousness, came upon his memory. At this, in a sort of horror, he shook in every limb, and looked as if he was about to fall; which seeing, Joanna, regardless of all else but his safety, hastened to support him; but the weakness was only momentary, and gently pushing her from him, with a look of mingled terror and dislike, he turned from her, and slowly left the room.
Joanna moved not, and turned not her eyes from him till the door closed, when she had just strength left to totter to a chair; where she was found about an hour afterwards by Dame Margery, with her arm thrown over the back, and her head leaning on it, in a state of complete insensibleness.
nature only helpt him, for looke thorow
Dawberry. Whither speeds his boldness ?
King Henry. O, let him range:
Now before Jove, admirable! By Phæbus, my sweet facetious rascal, I could eat water-gruel with thee for a month, for this jest, my dear rogue.-BEN JONSON.
A NUMEROUS party were assembled in one of the queen's withdrawing rooms, consisting principally of the ladies of her court, to hear Master Shakspeare read a new play which he had writ upon her majesty's suggestion, as hath been described. Master Shakspeare stood with his back to the light, and his face to the queen, reading of his manuscript, with his audience in a half circle before him, in the centre of which sat Queen Elizabeth in her chair of state, looking exceeding pleased, and dressed with marvellous grandeur; having at her right hand the Earl of Essex attired very gor