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Page 544 - That thus have hous'd my spirit in his form , To do a message to thee from the king. The mighty king of England dotes on thee: He , that hath power to take away thy life , Hath power to take thine...
Page 553 - Or anything that's ill ; so I might work Revenge upon this miser, this black cur, That barks and bites, and sucks the very blood Of me, and of my credit. 'Tis all one, To be a witch, as to be counted one : Vengeance, shame, ruin light upon that canker ! Enter a Black Dog.
Page 553 - I'd go out of myself, And give this fury leave to dwell within This ruin'd cottage, ready to fall with age! Abjure all goodness, be at hate with prayer, And study curses, imprecations, Blasphemous speeches, oaths, detested oaths, Or...
Page 538 - Light where they will! Were I upon the sea, As oft I have in many a bitter storm, And saw a dreadful southern flaw at hand, The pilot quaking at the doubtful storm, And all the sailors praying on their knees, Even in that fearful time would I fall down And ask of God, whate'er betide of me, Vengeance on Arden, or some misevent, To show the world what wrong the carl hath done.
Page 552 - And why on me? why should the envious world Throw all their scandalous malice upon me ? 'Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs than myself, Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me witch, And being ignorant of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one...
Page 553 - I'll thus much tell thee : thou never art so distant From an evil spirit but that thy oaths, Curses, and blasphemies pull him to thine elbow ; Thou never tell'st a lie, but that a devil Is within hearing it ; thy evil purposes Are ever haunted ; but when they come to act, — As thy tongue slandering, bearing false witness, Thy hand stabbing, stealing, cozening, cheating...
Page 578 - In the light of the facts which have now been set forth, it becomes evident that, to insure the creation of a speech which shall be the parent of a new linguistic stock, all that is needed is that two or more young children should be placed by themselves in a condition where they will be entirely, or in a large degree, free from the presence and influence of their elders. They must, of course, continue in this condition long enough to grow up, to form a household, and to have descendants to whom...
Page 543 - Of favour was she counted likesome, of person stronglie made and manlie, of courage great, hardie, and stout withall...
Page 545 - Within a gloomy dimble she doth dwell, Down in a pit, o'ergrown with brakes and briars, Close by the ruins of a shaken abbey, Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, 'Mongst graves and grots, near an old charnel-house, Where you shall find her sitting in her fourm, As fearful and melancholic as that She is about ; with caterpillars' kells, And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells.
Page 535 - What were thy words and mine; did we not both Decree to murder Arden in the night? The heavens can witness, and the world can tell, Before I saw that falsehood look of thine, 'Fore I was tangled with thy 'ticing speech, Arden to me was dearer than my soul, — And shall be still: base peasant, get thee gone, And boast not of thy conquest over me.