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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 145 - That hath redeem'd our souls, mark not my face, Nor hack me with your sword ; but let me go Perfect and undeformed to my tomb. I am not worthy that I should prevail In the least suit ; no, not to speak to you, Nor look on you, nor to be in your presence, Yet, as an abject, this one suit I crave — This granted, I am ready for my grave.
Page 111 - Whose earnest labour was to take his life : But in this suit of pardon he hath spent All the revenues that his father left him ; And he is now turned a plain countryman, Reformed in all things.
Page 162 - Amen, amen. Out of my zeal to Heaven, whither I'm now bound, I was so impudent to wish you here; And once more beg your pardon. Oh, good man, And father to my children, pardon me. Pardon, oh ! pardon me: my fault so heinous is. That if you in this world forgive it not, Heaven will not clear it in the world to come.
Page 162 - Then comfort, Mistress Frankford. You see your husband hath forgiven your fall; Then, rouse your spirits and cheer your fainting soul. Susan. How is it with you ? Sir F. How d
Page 140 - Oh, what a clog unto the soul is sin! We pale offenders are still full of fear ; Every suspicious eye brings danger near, When they whose clear hearts from offence are free Despise report, base scandals do outface, And stand at mere defiance with disgrace.
Page 156 - If you return unto your master, say (Though not from me ; for I am all unworthy To blast his name so with a strumpet's tongue) That you have seen me weep, wish myself dead : Nay, you may say too, for my vow is passed, Last night you saw me eat and drink my last.
Page 102 - Slime. I come to dance, not to quarrel. Come, what shall it be ? Rogero ? Jen. Rogero! no; we will dance the beginning of the world.
Page 147 - tis thine; I freely give it thee. My tenants by shall furnish thee with wains To carry all thy stuff within two hours ; No longer will I limit thee my sight.