The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell.

  • Silas Weir Mitchell
Date:
1914
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the National Library of Medicine (U.S.), through the Medical Heritage Library. The original may be consulted at the National Library of Medicine (U.S.)

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    Doughty. Oh, by heaven ! no ! (Aside.) Time must be won. I've been a loitering fool. (Aloud.) I would that I could clear my mind to you. Fletcher. Why not to me ? What other is so fit ? Is not confession like an act of nature? Doughty. I am like a wine thick with confusing lees. To-day they settle, and to-morrow morn Another shakes me, and I'm thick again. [Fletcher watches him. Both are silent for a moment. You are both man and priest. Fletcher. Add friend to both. Doughty. We said, most reverend sir, both man and priest. Had you been more of man, yet all of priest, Confession had been easier. Fletcher. More of man! Grant you I lack the courage of the sea. Think you it takes none to be now your friend? I have the will, ay, and the resolution, To help you when I think you most need help. I guess the half your lips delay to tell. Doughty (looking about him). Enough. Time passes, and you should know all. My Lord of Burleigh much mislikes this voyage. Who helps to ruin it will no loser be. Had I but known this ere my florins went To help a foolish venture! Fletcher. But the Queen — Doughty. Hath ever had two minds, as is her way. (Points north.) Now there advancement lies. (Points south.) And that way death. Fletcher. Art in the service of my Lord of Burleigh ? Not more than thou am I this admiral's man.