THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE. BY HENRY CURLING, ESQ. Oh Heaven! that one might read the book of fate; The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. SHAKSPERE. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. II. LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1843. THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE. CHAPTER I. This gentleman, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf. SHAKSPERE. I THREW myself on the bed, and notwithstanding the unpleasant thoughts which intruded themselves, soon fell into a deep slumber, from which I did not awake until aroused by a rap at my chamber door, and the entrance of my host. "Come," said he, "I have allowed you to repose till the last moment; there is no time to spare. The early village cock hath thrice done salutation to the morn." " VOL. II. B (RECAP), 870821 |