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... eye - toth of the great Turke : Whose eyes be ones sette on thys pece of worke May happely lese part of his eye - syght , But nat all tyll he be blynde outryght . Pot . What so ever any man seeth , I have no devocion unto 144 Turkes ...
... eye - toth of the great Turke : Whose eyes be ones sette on thys pece of worke May happely lese part of his eye - syght , But nat all tyll he be blynde outryght . Pot . What so ever any man seeth , I have no devocion unto 144 Turkes ...
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... eyes , as rounde as two bushels ; Flastynge the fyre out of his nosethryls ; Gnashinge hys teeth so vayngloriously , That me thought tyme to fall to flattery , 183 As on - Add . in the 2d edit . 185 Wyt - Mr Dodsley's has write . 187 ...
... eyes , as rounde as two bushels ; Flastynge the fyre out of his nosethryls ; Gnashinge hys teeth so vayngloriously , That me thought tyme to fall to flattery , 183 As on - Add . in the 2d edit . 185 Wyt - Mr Dodsley's has write . 187 ...
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... eyes Your hest , your life , your safetic , and their owne ; The present mischiefe of their deadly strife , And in the while assemble you the force Which your commaundment and the spedy hast Of all my lordes here present can prepare ...
... eyes Your hest , your life , your safetic , and their owne ; The present mischiefe of their deadly strife , And in the while assemble you the force Which your commaundment and the spedy hast Of all my lordes here present can prepare ...
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... eyes behelde the same , They saw the driery sight , and are become Most ruthefull recordes of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas ! is by his mother slaine , And with her hand a wofull thing to tell , While slumbring on his carefull bed he ...
... eyes behelde the same , They saw the driery sight , and are become Most ruthefull recordes of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas ! is by his mother slaine , And with her hand a wofull thing to tell , While slumbring on his carefull bed he ...
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... eye , That bowed the head peece of thy frendly foe ! How oft in armes on horse to bend the mace , How oft in armes on foot to breake the sworde , Which never now these eyes may see againe ! Aros . Madame , alas , in vaine these plaints ...
... eye , That bowed the head peece of thy frendly foe ! How oft in armes on horse to bend the mace , How oft in armes on foot to breake the sworde , Which never now these eyes may see againe ! Aros . Madame , alas , in vaine these plaints ...
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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 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 Jew of Malta 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 wold word wyll
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Page 190 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay ; awhile forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.