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Who , if by proof they might feel nature ' s force , Would shew themselves men as
they are indeed , Which now will needs be góds : but what doth mean The sorry
cheer of her that here doth come ? MARCELLA enters . Marc . Oh where is ruth ...
Who , if by proof they might feel nature ' s force , Would shew themselves men as
they are indeed , Which now will needs be góds : but what doth mean The sorry
cheer of her that here doth come ? MARCELLA enters . Marc . Oh where is ruth ...
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You are the man , sir , must have Millis , sent , The match is making in the garden
now ; Her jointure is agreed on , and the old men Your fathers , mean to launch
their pursy bags , But in mean time to thrust Mounchensey off , For colour of this ...
You are the man , sir , must have Millis , sent , The match is making in the garden
now ; Her jointure is agreed on , and the old men Your fathers , mean to launch
their pursy bags , But in mean time to thrust Mounchensey off , For colour of this ...
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I have it for you : Here ' s that will do ' t : stay but perfection ' s time , And that ' s not
five hours hence . Duch . Canst thou do this ? Hec . Can I ? Duch . I mean , so
closely ? Hec . So closely do you mean too ? Duch . So artfully , so cunningly ?
I have it for you : Here ' s that will do ' t : stay but perfection ' s time , And that ' s not
five hours hence . Duch . Canst thou do this ? Hec . Can I ? Duch . I mean , so
closely ? Hec . So closely do you mean too ? Duch . So artfully , so cunningly ?
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Into more manly uses , wit and carriage ; And never thinks of state or means , the
ground - works : Holding it monstrous ... sir , I am more fearful of it , ( I mean , of
thinking of more lands or livings ) Than sickly men are o travelling o ' Sundays ...
Into more manly uses , wit and carriage ; And never thinks of state or means , the
ground - works : Holding it monstrous ... sir , I am more fearful of it , ( I mean , of
thinking of more lands or livings ) Than sickly men are o travelling o ' Sundays ...
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... but what a nature prompts them to ; Are often less than friends , when they
remain Our kinsmen still : but friend is never lost . Seb . Nay then , Antonio , you
mistake ; I mean not To leave off friend , which , with another title , Would not be
lost .
... but what a nature prompts them to ; Are often less than friends , when they
remain Our kinsmen still : but friend is never lost . Seb . Nay then , Antonio , you
mistake ; I mean not To leave off friend , which , with another title , Would not be
lost .
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Page 38 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
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| Title | Specimens of English Dramatic Poets, who Lived about the Time of Shakspeare:: With Notes |
| Author | Charles Lamb |
| Editor | Charles Lamb |
| Contributors | John McCreery, Hamblin and Seyfang |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | John Bumpus, near the gate, St. John's Square, 1813 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 24 Oct 2007 |
| Length | 484 pages |
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