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Here the Wyfe must stryke her Husbande handesomlye aboute the shoulders
with some thyng . H. Alas , good wyfe ! good wyfe , alas ! alas ! Stryke not so
harde I praye thee hartelye ! What so ever thou wylte have brought to passe , It
shalbe ...
Here the Wyfe must stryke her Husbande handesomlye aboute the shoulders
with some thyng . H. Alas , good wyfe ! good wyfe , alas ! alas ! Stryke not so
harde I praye thee hartelye ! What so ever thou wylte have brought to passe , It
shalbe ...
Page 53
F. What shoulde I do I can not tell , For now that thou hast taken a wyfe , With me ,
thy father , thou mayst not dwell , But alwayes with her spende thy lyfe . Thou
mayst not agayne thy wyfe forsake , Which durynge lyfe to the thou dydst take .
F. What shoulde I do I can not tell , For now that thou hast taken a wyfe , With me ,
thy father , thou mayst not dwell , But alwayes with her spende thy lyfe . Thou
mayst not agayne thy wyfe forsake , Which durynge lyfe to the thou dydst take .
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S. I can not tell what was Socrates wyfe , But myne I do knowe , alas ! to well ;
She is one that is evermore full of stryfe , And of all scolders beareth the bell !
When she speaketh best , then brawleth her tonge ; When she is styll , she
fyghteth ...
S. I can not tell what was Socrates wyfe , But myne I do knowe , alas ! to well ;
She is one that is evermore full of stryfe , And of all scolders beareth the bell !
When she speaketh best , then brawleth her tonge ; When she is styll , she
fyghteth ...
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