The modern British drama, Том 51811 |
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... give me answer from her mossy couch . Comus . What chance , good lady , hath bereft you thus ? Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near ush'r- ing guides ? Lady . They left me weary on a ...
... give me answer from her mossy couch . Comus . What chance , good lady , hath bereft you thus ? Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near ush'r- ing guides ? Lady . They left me weary on a ...
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... give me pain , Who to give me joy disdain ? All I ask of mortal man , Is to love me whilst he can . [ Exeunt EUPHROSYNE and Pastoral Nymph . Comus . Cast thine eyes around and see How from every element Nature's sweets are culi'd for ...
... give me pain , Who to give me joy disdain ? All I ask of mortal man , Is to love me whilst he can . [ Exeunt EUPHROSYNE and Pastoral Nymph . Comus . Cast thine eyes around and see How from every element Nature's sweets are culi'd for ...
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... give him nothing . Sca . Sir . Thrifty . Not a sous , damned rascal ! let him turn foot soldier , and be hanged ... give him the money , give him it , I say . Thrifty . What , two hundred pounds ! Sca . Ay , ay ; why , you'll gain 150l ...
... give him nothing . Sca . Sir . Thrifty . Not a sous , damned rascal ! let him turn foot soldier , and be hanged ... give him the money , give him it , I say . Thrifty . What , two hundred pounds ! Sca . Ay , ay ; why , you'll gain 150l ...
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... Give son the money , hang up father . [ Exeunt . ACT III . Sca . Nay , Heaven knows ; but , if. Sca . Nay , let me alone with him . Gripe . That I will never forgive him , dead or alive . Sca . Very good . Gripe . And that if ever I ...
... Give son the money , hang up father . [ Exeunt . ACT III . Sca . Nay , Heaven knows ; but , if. Sca . Nay , let me alone with him . Gripe . That I will never forgive him , dead or alive . Sca . Very good . Gripe . And that if ever I ...
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... give a relish to a good fortune , and pass Cough far sauce , but are very thin fare of them- selves . No , give me your knave , your thorough- paced knave ; hang his wit , so he be but rogue enough . Luc . You're grown very much out of ...
... give a relish to a good fortune , and pass Cough far sauce , but are very thin fare of them- selves . No , give me your knave , your thorough- paced knave ; hang his wit , so he be but rogue enough . Luc . You're grown very much out of ...
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Æsop better Buck Cape Char Chrononhotonthologos Crab d'ye damned daugh daughter dear devil Dick Dotterel ecod Enter SIR Erit Exeunt Exit father fellow Flint fool fortune Fungus gentleman girl give happy hear heart hold honour hope Jenny King Kitty Lack-a-day Lady Pent Lady Rac look Lord Aim Lucy madam marriage marry master Mech Mechlin Miss Gran Miss Har Miss Lin mistress Neph never night Old Phil Old Wild Papillion passion Polly poor Pr'ythee pray pretty Puff Quid rascal SCENE servant Sir Archy Sir Cha Sir Geo Sir Gre Sir Gregory Sir Jac Sir John Sir Luke Sir Tho Sir Wil Sneak speak Spright suppose sure tell thee there's thing thou Thrifty what's Whit wife woman Young Wild Zounds
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