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... Cres . Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone bring his particulars therein , to a totall . Pand . Why he is very yong , and yet will be within three pound lift as much as his brother Hedor . Cres . Is he is so young a man , and so ...
... Cres . Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone bring his particulars therein , to a totall . Pand . Why he is very yong , and yet will be within three pound lift as much as his brother Hedor . Cres . Is he is so young a man , and so ...
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... Cres . Heere come more . Pan . Asses , fooles , dolts , chaffe and bran , chaffe and bran ; porredge after meat . I could live and dye i'th'eyes of Troylus . Ne're looke , ne're looke ; the Eagles are gon , Crowes and Dawes , Crowes and ...
... Cres . Heere come more . Pan . Asses , fooles , dolts , chaffe and bran , chaffe and bran ; porredge after meat . I could live and dye i'th'eyes of Troylus . Ne're looke , ne're looke ; the Eagles are gon , Crowes and Dawes , Crowes and ...
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... Cres . I , a minc'd man and then to be bak'd with no Date in the pye , for then the man's dates out . Pan . You are such another woman , one knowes not at what ward you lye . Cres . Upon my backe , to defend my belly ; upon my wit , to ...
... Cres . I , a minc'd man and then to be bak'd with no Date in the pye , for then the man's dates out . Pan . You are such another woman , one knowes not at what ward you lye . Cres . Upon my backe , to defend my belly ; upon my wit , to ...
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... Cres . Will you walke in my Lord ? Troy . O Cressida , how often have I wisht me thus ? Cres , Wisht my Lord ? the gods grant ? O my Lord . Troy . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption : what too curious dreg espies ...
... Cres . Will you walke in my Lord ? Troy . O Cressida , how often have I wisht me thus ? Cres , Wisht my Lord ? the gods grant ? O my Lord . Troy . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption : what too curious dreg espies ...
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... Cres . Blinde feare , that seeing reason leads , findes safe footing , then blinde reason , stumbling without feare : to feare the worst , oft cures the worse , Troy , Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare , In all Cupids Pageant there is ...
... Cres . Blinde feare , that seeing reason leads , findes safe footing , then blinde reason , stumbling without feare : to feare the worst , oft cures the worse , Troy , Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare , In all Cupids Pageant there is ...
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Page 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Page 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Page 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Page 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Page 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Page 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Page 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Page 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Page 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Page 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother