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... thou thine : Self do , self have . No more words ; win and wear her . Dal . You bless me ; I am now too poor in thanks To pay the debt I owe you . Nay , thou'rt poor enough.- Hunt . I love his spirit infinitely . - Look ye , She comes ...
... thou thine : Self do , self have . No more words ; win and wear her . Dal . You bless me ; I am now too poor in thanks To pay the debt I owe you . Nay , thou'rt poor enough.- Hunt . I love his spirit infinitely . - Look ye , She comes ...
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... Thou dar'st not wrong thy birth and education By yielding to a common servile rage Of female wantonness , so I am confident Thou wilt proportion all thy thoughts to side ' Thy equals , if not equal thy superiors . My lord of Dalyell ...
... Thou dar'st not wrong thy birth and education By yielding to a common servile rage Of female wantonness , so I am confident Thou wilt proportion all thy thoughts to side ' Thy equals , if not equal thy superiors . My lord of Dalyell ...
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... thou art , Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put Thy cause and person into my protection . Cousin of York , thus once more we embrace thee ; Welcome to James of Scotland . For thy safety , Know , such as love thee not , shall never ...
... thou art , Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put Thy cause and person into my protection . Cousin of York , thus once more we embrace thee ; Welcome to James of Scotland . For thy safety , Know , such as love thee not , shall never ...
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... Thou dost not know the flexible condition Of my apt nature ; I can laugh , laugh heartily , When the gout cramps my ... thou'rt deceiv'd in me ; give me a blow , A sound blow on the face , I'll thank thee for't ; I love my wrongs ; still ...
... Thou dost not know the flexible condition Of my apt nature ; I can laugh , laugh heartily , When the gout cramps my ... thou'rt deceiv'd in me ; give me a blow , A sound blow on the face , I'll thank thee for't ; I love my wrongs ; still ...
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... thou hear'st A truth of my sad ending by the hand Of some unnatural subject , thou withall Shalt hear , how I died worthy of my right , By falling like a king ; and in the close , there's Which my last breath shall sound , thy name ...
... thou hear'st A truth of my sad ending by the hand Of some unnatural subject , thou withall Shalt hear , how I died worthy of my right , By falling like a king ; and in the close , there's Which my last breath shall sound , thy name ...
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Adur Adurni amongst Aurel Aurelio Auria Ben Jonson blood brave Cast Castamela Castanna CLARINGTON Comp court DALYELL dance dare dear devil dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Flav Folly fool fortunes Frank Frion Futelli gentleman hath heart Heaven hobby-horse honest honour humour husband is't JOHN FORD Kath king lady LADY'S TRIAL LAMBERT SIMNEL live Livio lord Lover's Melancholy Malfato never noble old copy on't peace Perkin Warbeck Piero pity play pleasure pr'ythee pray prince quarto Raybright Romanello SCENE scorn scurvy sister Somerton soul Spadone speak Spinella Spring Sun's Darling sweet thee there's thine Thor Thorney thou art thou hast Troy TROYLO twas Urswick WARBECK wife Winnifrede witch Witch of Edmonton word youth
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Page 27 - He must be more than subject who can utter The language of a king, and such is thine. Take this for answer, be whate'er thou art, Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put Thy cause and person into my protection.
Page 101 - Perkin, we are inform'd, is arm'd to die; In that we'll honour him. Our lords shall follow To see the execution; and from hence We gather this fit use, — that public states, As our particular bodies, taste most good In health when purged of corrupted blood.
Page 88 - Life to the king, and safety fix his throne! I here present you, royal sir, a shadow Of majesty, but, in effect, a substance Of pity, a young man, in nothing grown To ripeness, but the ambition of your mercy : Perkin, the Christian world's strange wonder.
Page 98 - Kath. By this sweet pledge of both our souls, I swear To die a faithful widow to thy bed ; Not to be forced or won : oh, never, never!5 Enter SURREY, DAWBENEY, HUNTLEY, and CRAWFORD.
Page 100 - tis but a sound ; a name of air ; A minute's storm ; or not so much : to tumble From bed to bed, be massacred alive By some physicians for a month or two, In hope of freedom from a fever's torments, Might stagger manhood ; here, the pain is past 1 [Half a page omitted.] * [Two lines omitted.] Ere sensibly 'tis felt.
Page 91 - To Digby, the Lieutenant of the Tower : With safety let them be convey'd to London. It is our pleasure no uncivil outrage, Taunts or abuse be suffer'd to their persons ; They shall meet fairer law than they deserve. Time may restore their wits, whom vain ambition Hath many years distracted. War. Noble thoughts Meet freedom in captivity : the Tower,— Our childhood's dreadful nursery ! K.
Page 445 - I embrace thee With all the love I have. Forget the stain Of my unwitting sin : and then I come A crystal virgin to thee. My soul's purity Shall, with bold wings, ascend the doors of mercy ; For innocence is ever her companion. frank.
Page 453 - Banks. So, sir, ever since, having a dun cow tied up in my back-side, let me go thither, or but cast mine eye at her, and if I should be hanged I cannot choose, though it be ten times in an hour, but run to the cow, and taking up her tail, kiss — saving your worship's reverence — my cow behind, that the whole town of Edmonton has been ready to bepiss themselves with laughing me to scorn.
Page 179 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee: O my love, my love is young!
Page 89 - Of majesty be darken'd, let the sun Of life be hid from me, in an eclipse Lasting and universal ! Sir, remember There was a shooting in of light, when Richmond, Not aiming at a crown, retir'd, and gladly, For comfort to the duke of Bretagne's court.