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... tell me thys ; are you perfyt in drynkynge ? Ped . Perfyt in drynkynge , as may be wysht by thynkynge . Pot . Then , after your drynkynge , how fall ye to wynking ? Ped . Syr , after drynkynge , whyle the shot 105 is tynkynge , Some ...
... tell me thys ; are you perfyt in drynkynge ? Ped . Perfyt in drynkynge , as may be wysht by thynkynge . Pot . Then , after your drynkynge , how fall ye to wynking ? Ped . Syr , after drynkynge , whyle the shot 105 is tynkynge , Some ...
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... tell , What tyme thou coudest have come so well . For , as on 183 thys daye Lucyfer fell , Whiche is our festyvall in hell , Nothynge unreasonable craved thys day , That shall in hell have any nay . But yet be ware thou come nat in ...
... tell , What tyme thou coudest have come so well . For , as on 183 thys daye Lucyfer fell , Whiche is our festyvall in hell , Nothynge unreasonable craved thys day , That shall in hell have any nay . But yet be ware thou come nat in ...
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... tell : O plesant pycture ! O prince of hell ! Feutred 194 in fashyon abominable , And syns that it is inestimable For me to prayse the worthyly , I leve of prayse , as unworthy To geve the prayse , besechynge the To heare my sewte , and ...
... tell : O plesant pycture ! O prince of hell ! Feutred 194 in fashyon abominable , And syns that it is inestimable For me to prayse the worthyly , I leve of prayse , as unworthy To geve the prayse , besechynge the To heare my sewte , and ...
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... tell death , O king , we are your owne . Eub . Loe here the perill that was erst foresene , When you , O king , did first devide your lande , And yelde your present reigne unto your sonnes . But now , O noble prince , now is no time To ...
... tell death , O king , we are your owne . Eub . Loe here the perill that was erst foresene , When you , O king , did first devide your lande , And yelde your present reigne unto your sonnes . But now , O noble prince , now is no time To ...
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... tell thee , fellow , I never opened my mouth in this kind so cheape before in my life . I tell thee , few young gentlemen are found , that would deale so kindely with thee as I doe . Ster . Well , sir , because I know my sonne to be a ...
... tell thee , fellow , I never opened my mouth in this kind so cheape before in my life . I tell thee , few young gentlemen are found , that would deale so kindely with thee as I doe . Ster . Well , sir , because I know my sonne to be a ...
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Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke edit Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto William Davenant wold word wyll
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