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Page 21 - I am now on my main work with the Lord Lovell, The gallant-minded, popular Lord Lovell, The minion of the people's love. I hear He's come into the country, and my aims are To insinuate myself into his knowledge, And then invite him to my house.
Page 45 - If my belly would give me leave, I could ruminate All day on this : I have granted twenty warrants To have him committed, from all prisons in the shire, To Nottingham gaol; and now, " Dear Master Wellborn !" And, " My good nephew !" — but I play the fool To stand here prating, and forget my dinner.
Page 42 - He has, my friend, and, faithful to our cause, Resolves to execute the fatal order. Bear him this vial — it contains a poison Of that exalted force, that deadly nature, Should JEsculapius drink it, in five hours, (For then it works) the god himself were mortal : I drew it from Nonacris horrid spring ; Mix'd with his wine, a single drop gives death, And sends him howling to the shades below.
Page 72 - Welcome, most welcome! There's comfort in thy looks. Is the deed done? Is my daughter married ? Say but so, my chaplain, And I am tame.
Page 45 - Nay, Clytus, you that could advise so well — Alex. Let him persist, be positive, and proud, Envious and sullen, 'mongst the nobler souls, Like an infernal spirit that hath stole From hell, and mingled with the mirth of gods. Clyt. When gods grow hot, no difference I know 'Twixt them and devils — Fill me Greek wine— yet — Yet fuller — I want spirits. Alex. Let me have music. Clyt. Music for boys — Clytus would hear the groans Of dying soldiers and the neigh of steeds; Or, if I must be...
Page 21 - tis my glory, though I come from the city, To have their issue whom I have undone, To kneel to mine, as bond-slaves.
Page 14 - I much hope it. These were your father's words : " If e'er my son Follow the war, tell him it is a school Where all the principles tending to honour Are taught, if truly followed...
Page 29 - I may curse thee, And gratify my rage : or, if thou wilt Be a vain fool, and play with thy perdition, Remember I'm thy foe, and hate thee deadly. Thy folly on thy head ! Tam.
Page 71 - But that I will live, rogue, to torture thee, And make thee wish, and kneel in vain, to die, These swords that keep thee from me should fix here, Although they made my body but one wound, But I would reach thee. Lov. [Aside] Heaven's hand is in this; One bandog worry the other!