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600 And I would fain keep it half a year longer . Face . Out on thee , Nab . ' Slight ,
there was such an offer , ' Shalt keep ' t no longer , I'll gi ' it him for thee . Drug .
Will ye ? Face . Doctor , Nab prays your worship to drink this , and swears He will
...
600 And I would fain keep it half a year longer . Face . Out on thee , Nab . ' Slight ,
there was such an offer , ' Shalt keep ' t no longer , I'll gi ' it him for thee . Drug .
Will ye ? Face . Doctor , Nab prays your worship to drink this , and swears He will
...
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Jer . That they should be paid . Val . When ? Jer . To - morrow . Val . And how the
devil do you mean to keep your word ? Jer . Keep it ? Not at all : it has been so
very much 1 stretched , that I reckon it will break of AE I. LOVE FOR LOVE . 15.
Jer . That they should be paid . Val . When ? Jer . To - morrow . Val . And how the
devil do you mean to keep your word ? Jer . Keep it ? Not at all : it has been so
very much 1 stretched , that I reckon it will break of AE I. LOVE FOR LOVE . 15.
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Nor woman , till she consented to havę her picture there toom for then she is
obliged to keep the secret . Scand . No , no ? come to me if you'd see pictures .
Mrs. F. You ? Scand . Yes , faith , I can shew you your own picture , and most of
your ...
Nor woman , till she consented to havę her picture there toom for then she is
obliged to keep the secret . Scand . No , no ? come to me if you'd see pictures .
Mrs. F. You ? Scand . Yes , faith , I can shew you your own picture , and most of
your ...
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O , exceeding good to keep a secret : for though she should tell , yet she is not
believed . Tatt . Hal good again , faith . “ Val . I would have music . - Sing me the
song that + I like . " SONG . “ I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve , “ And ...
O , exceeding good to keep a secret : for though she should tell , yet she is not
believed . Tatt . Hal good again , faith . “ Val . I would have music . - Sing me the
song that + I like . " SONG . “ I tell thee , Charmion , could I time retrieve , “ And ...
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Still keep this spirit up , preserve it still , And know us for your friends : we like
your rage : Here in the sight of Heaven Cassander swears , Unaw'd by death , to
second your revenge : Speak but the word , and swift as thought can fly The
tyrant ...
Still keep this spirit up , preserve it still , And know us for your friends : we like
your rage : Here in the sight of Heaven Cassander swears , Unaw'd by death , to
second your revenge : Speak but the word , and swift as thought can fly The
tyrant ...
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Page 45 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 32 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
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Page 42 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e Volume 1 of Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Contributor | John Bell |
| Published | 1797 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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