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... Thou , by thy travayle , thynkest heven to gete ; [ To the Palmer . And thou by pardons and reliques countest no let , 74 [ To the Pardoner . To sende thyne owne soule to heven sure , And all other whome thou lyste to procure . If I ...
... Thou , by thy travayle , thynkest heven to gete ; [ To the Palmer . And thou by pardons and reliques countest no let , 74 [ To the Pardoner . To sende thyne owne soule to heven sure , And all other whome thou lyste to procure . If I ...
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... Thou never suckt the milk of woman's brest , & c.— Nec tibi diva parens , generis nec Dardanus auctor , Perfide ... Thou , Porrex , thou this damned dede hast wrought , Thou , Porrex , thou shalt dearly bye 25 the same . Traitour to ...
... Thou never suckt the milk of woman's brest , & c.— Nec tibi diva parens , generis nec Dardanus auctor , Perfide ... Thou , Porrex , thou this damned dede hast wrought , Thou , Porrex , thou shalt dearly bye 25 the same . Traitour to ...
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... thou art a meere marke for good witts to shoote at ; and in that suite , thou wilt make a fineman to dash poore crowes out of countenance . Amor . She is my moone , I her Endimion . Acad . No , she is thy shoulder of mutton , thou her ...
... thou art a meere marke for good witts to shoote at ; and in that suite , thou wilt make a fineman to dash poore crowes out of countenance . Amor . She is my moone , I her Endimion . Acad . No , she is thy shoulder of mutton , thou her ...
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... thou seem'st to wrong my soule too much , Thinking that Studioso would account , That fortune sowre , which thou accomptest sweete , Nor any life to me can sweeter be , Then happy swaines in plaine of Arcady . Stud . What , Ingen . Acad ...
... thou seem'st to wrong my soule too much , Thinking that Studioso would account , That fortune sowre , which thou accomptest sweete , Nor any life to me can sweeter be , Then happy swaines in plaine of Arcady . Stud . What , Ingen . Acad ...
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... thou friendes , are they not men ? is not this true ? Pith . Men they be , but such men as love one another onely for vertue . Dion . For what vertue doste thou love this spie , this Damon ? Pith . For that vertue which yet to you is un ...
... thou friendes , are they not men ? is not this true ? Pith . Men they be , but such men as love one another onely for vertue . Dion . For what vertue doste thou love this spie , this Damon ? Pith . For that vertue which yet to you is un ...
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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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Page 263 - I filled the jails with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals, And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him.
Page 191 - Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come ? Light.
Page 544 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence, In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all...
Page 167 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
Page 186 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown. Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime...
Page 178 - Treacherous Warwick ! traitorous Mortimer ! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, And stain my royal standard with the same...
Page 178 - By earth, the common mother of us all, By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, By this right hand, and by my father's sword, And all the honours 'longing to my crown, I will have heads, and lives for him, as many As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers!
Page 263 - As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about, and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'm go pinioned along by my door.
Page 167 - He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did never sorrow go so near my heart As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ; And could my crown's revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gain'd, having bought so dear a friend.
Page 190 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...