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The Royal King, and Loyal Subject. a Woman Killed with Kindness
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Audley Barron Field Bawd blood bounty bride brother Capt Chest Chester Clin Clinton Clown Cock command Court courtesy Cran Cripplegate dance daughter dear doth dower Edited Enter Captain Bonville Enter Sir Exeunt Exit fair father favour fortunes Frank friends Gent gentlemen give grace grief hand hath heart Heaven Heywood honour Host husband Inigo Jones J. P. Collier JAMES HEYWOOD Jenkin Kath keep lady lord Lord Clinton Lord Marshal Marshal Master Cranwell Master Frankford Master Wendoll Match Mistress Frankford never Nicholas Nick noble old copy pardon Patient Grissell play pray Prince Princess Queen ragged scorn Servant Shafton Shakespeare Society Sir Charles Mountford Sir F Sir Francis Acton Sisly sister soul speak stand suit Susan sweet thee there's thine Thomas Heywood thou hast unto virtue Whore wife WILLIAM AYRTON word Wrexham Zounds
Page 153 - In satisfaction of all former wrongs. This jewel I will wear here in my heart : And where before I thought her, for her wants, Too base to be my bride, to end all strife, I seal you my dear brother, her my wife.
Page 154 - These frets have made me pleasant, that have now Frets of my heart-strings made. O master Cranwell, Oft hath she made this melancholy wood (Now mute and dumb for her disastrous chance) Speak sweetly many a note, sound many a strain To her own ravishing voice, which being well strung, What pleasant strange airs have they jointly rung ! Post with it after her ; now nothing's left ; Of her and her's I am at once bereft.
Page 116 - I will not speak to wrong a gentleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend: I will not; Zounds! I will not . I may choose, And I will choose. Shall I be so misled, Or shall I purchase to my father's crest The motto of a villain...
Page 161 - 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, O 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. Faintness hath so...
Page 157 - Go, break this lute upon my coach's wheel, As the last music that I e'er shall make, — Not as my husband's gift, but my farewell To all earth's joy; and so your master tell!
Page 145 - I'll blush for thee. [39 Now, I protest, I think 'tis I am tainted. For I am most ashamed; and 'tis more hard For me to look upon thy guilty face Than on the sun's clear brow. What! Wouldst thou speak?
Page 117 - twas for you. Say I incur The general name of villain through the world, Of traitor to my friend ; I care not, I. Beggary, shame, death, scandal, and reproach, — For you I'll hazard all. Why, what care I? For you I 'll live, and in your love I 'll die.
Page 157 - You have beheld the wofull'st wretch on earth — A woman made of tears : would you had words To express but what you see ! My inward grief No tongue can utter ; yet unto your power You may describe my sorrow, and disclose To thy sad master my abundant woes.