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... Thou haft loft nothing ? John . No , I have got , I tell thee , Fred . What haft thou got ? John . One of the Infantry , a Child . Fred . How ? John . A chopping Chill , Man . Fred . ' Give ye Joy , Sir . Jobn . A Lump of Lewdness ...
... Thou haft loft nothing ? John . No , I have got , I tell thee , Fred . What haft thou got ? John . One of the Infantry , a Child . Fred . How ? John . A chopping Chill , Man . Fred . ' Give ye Joy , Sir . Jobn . A Lump of Lewdness ...
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... thou shouldft take a pride And glory in thy Murthers : Why am I , That never yet tranfgrefs'd thy Deity , ( 5 ) Never broke Vow , from whofe Eyes never flew Difdainful Dart , whofe bard Heart none e'er flew , Thus ill rewarded ? Thou ...
... thou shouldft take a pride And glory in thy Murthers : Why am I , That never yet tranfgrefs'd thy Deity , ( 5 ) Never broke Vow , from whofe Eyes never flew Difdainful Dart , whofe bard Heart none e'er flew , Thus ill rewarded ? Thou ...
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... thou not honeft ? John . Art thou an Ass ? And modeft as her Blushes ? Why , what Blockhead Would e'er have popt out fuch a dry Apology , For his dear Friend ? And to a Gentlewoman , A Woman of her Youth , and Delicacy . They're ...
... thou not honeft ? John . Art thou an Ass ? And modeft as her Blushes ? Why , what Blockhead Would e'er have popt out fuch a dry Apology , For his dear Friend ? And to a Gentlewoman , A Woman of her Youth , and Delicacy . They're ...
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... thou think this Wench is ? Guefs , and thou canft ? Fred . I cannot . John . Be it known then , To all Men by these Presents , this is fhe , She , fhe , and only fhe , our curious Coxcombs Were errant two Months after . Fred . Who ...
... thou think this Wench is ? Guefs , and thou canft ? Fred . I cannot . John . Be it known then , To all Men by these Presents , this is fhe , She , fhe , and only fhe , our curious Coxcombs Were errant two Months after . Fred . Who ...
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... Thou lyeft lewdly , Thou took'it me up at every Word I fpoke , As I had been a Maukin , a flurt Gillian ; And thou think'ft , becaufe thou can't write and read , Our Nofes must be under thee . Fred . Dare you , Sirrah ? Pet . Let but ...
... Thou lyeft lewdly , Thou took'it me up at every Word I fpoke , As I had been a Maukin , a flurt Gillian ; And thou think'ft , becaufe thou can't write and read , Our Nofes must be under thee . Fred . Dare you , Sirrah ? Pet . Let but ...
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The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen5 Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Vista completa - 1907 |
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Página 14 - From this place, Good, noble sir, remove me instantly. And for a time, where nothing but yourself. And honest conversation may come near me, In some secure place settle me. What I am, And why thus boldly I commit my credit Into a...
Página 9 - ... twere possible, I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble T' offend the sacred image of my Maker, My sword should only kill his crimes : no, 'tis Honour, honour, my noble friends, that idol honour, That all the world now worships, not Petruchio, Must do this justice.
Página 6 - Pr'ythee, be thou sober, And know that they are none of those, not guilty Of the least vanity of love : only a doubt Fame might too far report, or rather flatter The graces of this woman, made them curious To find the truth ; which, since they find so, Lock'd up from their searches ; they are now resolv'd To give the wonder over.
Página 13 - Well lin'd within. To leave it here were barbarous, And ten to one would kill it ; a worse sin Than his that got it. Well, I will dispose on't, And keep it as they keep death's heads in rings, To cry memento to me — no more peeping.
Página 10 - Which all good governments are jealous of. I'll home and think at liberty. Yet, certain, 'Tis not...
Página 242 - You ! you are Amadis de Gaul, sir. — Oh ! oh, my heart! Were you never in love, fair lady? And do you never dream of flowers and gardens : — I dream of walking fires, and tall gigantic sights.
Página 17 - Land. But, son John John. I know your meaning, mother, touch it once more. Alas ! you look not well, take a round draught, It warms the blood well, and restores the colour, And then we'll talk at large.
Página 50 - John. Hawking, I take it. Petr. They are so; 'tis the duke, 'tis even he, gentlemen. Sirrah, draw back the horses till we call ye.
Página 50 - I know him by his company. Fred. I think too He bends up this way. Petr. So he does. John. Stand you still Within that covert till I call.
Página 35 - Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes. John. Pray no more weeping: Spoil a sweet face for nothing! My return Shall end all this, I warrant ye.