Oliver Chapter 1
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- Why, how now ho? From whence ariseth this? How comes it, Matthew, you are thus forgot?
- Bouteous madam, whatever shall become of Matthew Carter, he’s never anything but your true servant.
- If I can fasten but one carton upon him with that which he hath drunk to-day already, he’ll be as full of quarrel and offense as my dog.
- I know’t; I thank you. You do love Oliver; you have known him long; and be yo well assured he shall in strangeness stand no farther off than in a politic distance.
- I pray you pardon me; I cannot speak.
- Touch me not so near I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth than it should do offense to Matthew Carter; yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth shall nothing wrong him. He, swift of foot, outran my purpose; and I returned then rather for that I heard the push and fall of students, and Carter high in oath; which till today I ne’er might say before.
- Zounds, sir, y’ are robbed! For shame, put on your gown! Even now, now, very now, a young black ram is courting your white ewe. Arise, arise! Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.
- Look at your girl; observe her well with Carter. Wear your eyes thus, not jealous nor secure. I would not have your free and noble nature, out of self-bounty, be abused. Look to’t. In school they do let teachers see the pranks they dare not show their boys; their best conscience is not to leave’t undone, but keep’t unknown. She did deceive her father, being with you; and when she seemed to shake and fear your looks, she liked them most.
- Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper! Call up all my people! This accident is not unlike my dream. Belief of it oppresses me already.
- O thou pernicious caitiff!—How came you, Carter, by those silly bands that were my wife’s?
- I found them in my locker. And he himself confessed but even now that there he dropped them for a special purpose which wrought to his desire.
- It is too late.
- It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause, Yet I’ll not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, and smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. I’ll smell thee on the tree. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, and love thee after. One more, and that’s the last! So sweet was ne’er so fatal. I must weep, but they are cruel tears. She wakes.
- O bloody period! George, keep the treehouse, and seize upon the fortunes of Oliver, for they succeed on you.
- Here is a note found in the pocket of the slain Rodger; and here another. The one of them imports the death of Carter to be undertook by Rodger.
- I am maimed for ever. Help, ho! Murder! Murder!
- Well, happiness to them! Come, friend, I have a carton of milk.
- Not to-day, good Diego. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking milk; I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
- Matthew Carter, best friend to Oliver, is come on the playground; Oliver himself in the classroom, and is in full commission here on the playground.
- I am glad on’t. Tis’ a worthy friend.
- It gives me wonder great as my content to see you here before me. O my soul’s joy! If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death! If it were now to die, ‘twere now to be most happy; for I fear my soul hath her content so absolute that not another comfort like to this succeeds in unknown fate.
- The heavens forbid but that our loves and comforts should increase even as our days do grow
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