The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Volumen3J. Stockdale, 1811 |
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... there were no just cause , thou wouldst make one , Or be engag'd thyself . This goodly calling Th ' hast follow'd five ... There's some hope of thee left then , Wouldst thou hear me behind my back dis- grac'd ? Cler . D'you think I am a ...
... there were no just cause , thou wouldst make one , Or be engag'd thyself . This goodly calling Th ' hast follow'd five ... There's some hope of thee left then , Wouldst thou hear me behind my back dis- grac'd ? Cler . D'you think I am a ...
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... There is no overtaking him without A hunting nag , well breath'd too . Din . All this while , You ne'er think on the danger . Cler . Why , ' tis no more Than meeting of a dozen friends at supper , And drinking hard ; mischief comes there ...
... There is no overtaking him without A hunting nag , well breath'd too . Din . All this while , You ne'er think on the danger . Cler . Why , ' tis no more Than meeting of a dozen friends at supper , And drinking hard ; mischief comes there ...
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... there's no remedy . I saw my lord your brother , and Verdone , Take horse as I came by . Lum . Where's Cleremont ? Nurse . I met him too , and mounted . Lam . Where's Dinant ? Nurse . There's all the hope ; I've staid him with a trick ...
... there's no remedy . I saw my lord your brother , and Verdone , Take horse as I came by . Lum . Where's Cleremont ? Nurse . I met him too , and mounted . Lam . Where's Dinant ? Nurse . There's all the hope ; I've staid him with a trick ...
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... There's no time past yet , gentlemen ; We've day enough . - Is't possible he comes not ? - You see I'm ready here , and do but stay Till my friend come : Walk but a turn or " Twill not be long . [ two ; Verdone . We came to fight . Cler ...
... There's no time past yet , gentlemen ; We've day enough . - Is't possible he comes not ? - You see I'm ready here , and do but stay Till my friend come : Walk but a turn or " Twill not be long . [ two ; Verdone . We came to fight . Cler ...
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... There's a cold pie for you , sir ! [ Strikes Cleremont . Cler . Thou strik'st me , fool ! La - Writ . Thou fool , stand further off then.- Deliver , deliver ! [ Strikes up Verdone's heels , and takes Cler . Hold fast . his sword too ...
... There's a cold pie for you , sir ! [ Strikes Cleremont . Cler . Thou strik'st me , fool ! La - Writ . Thou fool , stand further off then.- Deliver , deliver ! [ Strikes up Verdone's heels , and takes Cler . Hold fast . his sword too ...
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