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Page 228 - It may please your grace to understand that witches and sorcerers within these few last years are marvellously increased within your grace's realm. Your grace's subjects pine away, even unto the death ; their colour fadeth, their flesh rotteth, their speech is benumbed, their senses are bereft. I pray God they never practise further than upon the subject.
Page 226 - No blood to moisten these sweet lips of thine. Stand on thy hind-legs up. Kiss me, my Tommy, And rub away some wrinkles on my brow, By making my old ribs to shrug for joy Of thy fine tricks. What hast thou done ? Let's tickle. Hast thou struck the horse lame as I bid thee? Dog. Yes ; And nipp'd the sucking child. Saw. Ho, ho, my dainty, My little pearl ! No lady loves her hound, Monkey, or parakeet, as I do thee.
Page 242 - Show but his swarth cheek to me, let earth cleave And break from hell, I care not !— could I run Like a swift powder-mine beneath the world, Up would I blow it all, to find out thee, Though I lay ruin'd in it. Not yet come ! I must then fall to my old prayer : Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.
Page 275 - With shame and passion now I must confess, Since first mine eyes beheld you, in my heart You have been only king. If there can be A violence in love, then I have felt That tyranny : be record to my soul The justice which I for this folly fear...
Page 193 - Now smile, then weep; now pale, then crimson red: You are the powerful moon of my blood's sea, To make it ebb or flow into my face, As your looks change.
Page 178 - Saw. Strike, do: and wither'd may that hand and arm Whose blows have lam'd me, drop from the rotten trunk. Abuse me ! beat me! call me hag and witch ! What is the name, where, and by what art learn'd ? What spells, or charms, or invocations, May the thing call'd Familiar be purchased ? I am shunn'd And hated like a sickness: made a scorn To all degrees and sexes.
Page 177 - Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs than myself; Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant, of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one : urging That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle, doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse : This they enforce...
Page 266 - Philippo and Fernando Shall be without distinction. Look, Bianca, On this good man ; in all respects to him Be as to me : only the name of husband, And reverent observance of our bed, Shall differ us in persons, else in soul We are all one.
Page 224 - Flanders mares and coaches ; and huge trains Of servitors, to a French butterfly. Have you not city-witches, who can turn Their husbands...