Publications, Volume 45 (Google eBook)

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Page 62 - They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar...
Page 12 - Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, king and queen of England, France, Naples, Jerusalem, and Ireland, defenders of the faith...
Page 192 - Hath stay'd me from a bloody sacrifice. Go, villain ; and my wrongs sit on thy soul As heavy as this grief doth upon mine. When thou record'st my many courtesies, And shalt compare them with thy treacherous heart, Lay them together, weigh them equally, 'Twill be revenge enough.
Page 181 - God's sake, agree of something : if you like not that, put it to the musicians ; or let me speak for all, and we'll have Sellenger's round.
Page 188 - Zounds ! I could fight with him, yet know not why ; The devil and he are all one in mine eye.
Page 188 - Master Frankford, I have oft been bound to you By many favours; this exceeds them all, That I shall never merit your least favour : But, when your last remembrance I forget, Heaven at my soul exact that weighty debt ! Frank.
Page 185 - Meat, for the Lord's sake ? No, no ; yet I am not Thoroughly reveng'd. They say he hath a pretty wench Unto his sister ; shall I, in mercy-sake To him and to his kindred, bribe the fool To shame herself by lewd, dishonest lust ? I'll proffer largely ; but the deed being done, I'll smile to see her base confusion.
Page 191 - sblood ! Master, master ! Frank. Oh, me unhappy ! I have found them lying Close in each other's arms, and fast asleep. But that I would not damn two precious souls. Bought with my Saviour's blood, and send them, laden With all their scarlet sins upon their backs, Unto a fearful judgment, their two lives Had met upon my rapier.
Page 186 - Frank, turn'd fool Or madman, whether? But no! Master of My perfect senses and directest wits. Then why should I be in this violent humour Of passion and of love? And with a person So different every way, and so oppos'd In all contractions and still-warring actions?
Page 186 - But stay, my heart! Oh, what a look did fly To strike my soul through with thy piercing eye! I am enchanted; all my spirits are fled, And with one glance my envious spleen struck dead. Susan. Acton! That seeks our blood. [Runs away. Sir F.

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