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Him will I prove , by a third person , to find The subtleties of this dark labyrinth ;
Which , if I do discover , dear sir Mammon , You'll give your poor friend leave ,
though no philosopher , To laugh ; for you that are , ' tis thought , shall weep .
Him will I prove , by a third person , to find The subtleties of this dark labyrinth ;
Which , if I do discover , dear sir Mammon , You'll give your poor friend leave ,
though no philosopher , To laugh ; for you that are , ' tis thought , shall weep .
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No matter for the time ; pr'ythee , brother Foresight , leave superstition . - Pox o'th '
time ; there's no time but the time present ; there's no more to be said of what's
past ; and all that is to come will happen . If the sun shine by day , and the stars ...
No matter for the time ; pr'ythee , brother Foresight , leave superstition . - Pox o'th '
time ; there's no time but the time present ; there's no more to be said of what's
past ; and all that is to come will happen . If the sun shine by day , and the stars ...
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Come , miss , you must not be shame - faced ; we'll leave you together . Miss P. I
can't abide to be left alone . Mayn't my cousin stay with me ? Sir S. No , no . Come
, let's away . Ben . Look you , father , mayhap the young woman mayn't take a ...
Come , miss , you must not be shame - faced ; we'll leave you together . Miss P. I
can't abide to be left alone . Mayn't my cousin stay with me ? Sir S. No , no . Come
, let's away . Ben . Look you , father , mayhap the young woman mayn't take a ...
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Mr. Foresight , we had best leave him . He may grow outrageous , and do
mischief . For . I will be directed by you . Jer . [ To Mrs. Frail . ] You'll meet ,
madam . - I'll take care every thing shall be ready , Mrs. F. Thou shalt do what
thou wilt ; in ...
Mr. Foresight , we had best leave him . He may grow outrageous , and do
mischief . For . I will be directed by you . Jer . [ To Mrs. Frail . ] You'll meet ,
madam . - I'll take care every thing shall be ready , Mrs. F. Thou shalt do what
thou wilt ; in ...
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So I'll leave him to make use of the discovery ; and your ladyship to the free
confession of your inclinations . Ang . Oh Heavens ! you won't leave me alone
with a madman ? Scand . No , madam ; I only leave a madman to his remedy . [
Exit .
So I'll leave him to make use of the discovery ; and your ladyship to the free
confession of your inclinations . Ang . Oh Heavens ! you won't leave me alone
with a madman ? Scand . No , madam ; I only leave a madman to his remedy . [
Exit .
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| 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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