John Ford; Ed. with Introduction and NotesT. F. Unwin, 1888 - 471 pages |
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... art , and the horns too - but they come by nature . Thou livest single for no other end but that thou fearest to be a cuckold . Cor . Have at thee ! Thou affectest railing only for thy health ; thy miseries are so thick and so lasting , ...
... art , and the horns too - but they come by nature . Thou livest single for no other end but that thou fearest to be a cuckold . Cor . Have at thee ! Thou affectest railing only for thy health ; thy miseries are so thick and so lasting , ...
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... Thou bitest anywhere , and any man who defends not himself with the clean linen of secure honesty ; him thou darest not come near . Thou art fortune's idiot , virtue's bankrupt , time's dunghill , manhood's scandal , and thine own scourge .
... Thou bitest anywhere , and any man who defends not himself with the clean linen of secure honesty ; him thou darest not come near . Thou art fortune's idiot , virtue's bankrupt , time's dunghill , manhood's scandal , and thine own scourge .
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... Thou'lt change at last , I hope . Tha . I fear I shall . [ Aside . Enter MENAPHON and PARTHENOPHIL . Amet . Have ye ... art Can equal . Tha . What you mean by " helps of art , " You know yourself best : be they as they are ; You need ...
... Thou'lt change at last , I hope . Tha . I fear I shall . [ Aside . Enter MENAPHON and PARTHENOPHIL . Amet . Have ye ... art Can equal . Tha . What you mean by " helps of art , " You know yourself best : be they as they are ; You need ...
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... Thou art my closet . Kal . I am not to be forced . Tha . Lady ? We are private ; Lock your secrets close , the . : Never till now Could I be sensible of being traitor To honour and to shame . Kal . Tha . I am grown base . - Parthenophil ...
... Thou art my closet . Kal . I am not to be forced . Tha . Lady ? We are private ; Lock your secrets close , the . : Never till now Could I be sensible of being traitor To honour and to shame . Kal . Tha . I am grown base . - Parthenophil ...
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... thou art not , Kala . Kal . ' Tis for your sake : I'll tell him so ; but , ' faith , I am not , lady . Tha . Pray , use me kindly ; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies . ' Tis a fate That overrules our wisdoms ; whilst we ...
... thou art not , Kala . Kal . ' Tis for your sake : I'll tell him so ; but , ' faith , I am not , lady . Tha . Pray , use me kindly ; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies . ' Tis a fate That overrules our wisdoms ; whilst we ...
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