The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 3J. Stockdale, 1811 |
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... Sweet mistress . I am mad ! Time steals And when we would enjoy- Lum . Now , fy , fy , servant ! [ sures ? Like sensual beasts shall we enjoy our plea- Din . Pray do but kiss me then 27 . Lam . Why , that I will , you And [ defeated ...
... Sweet mistress . I am mad ! Time steals And when we would enjoy- Lum . Now , fy , fy , servant ! [ sures ? Like sensual beasts shall we enjoy our plea- Din . Pray do but kiss me then 27 . Lam . Why , that I will , you And [ defeated ...
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... sweet lady . God's heart 28 ! Lam . ' Tis nothing but your fear ; he sleeps Lie gently down . [ still soundly . Cler . Pray make an end . Din . Come , madam . Lum . These chambers are too near . Champ . I shall be nearer . [ Exeunt Din ...
... sweet lady . God's heart 28 ! Lam . ' Tis nothing but your fear ; he sleeps Lie gently down . [ still soundly . Cler . Pray make an end . Din . Come , madam . Lum . These chambers are too near . Champ . I shall be nearer . [ Exeunt Din ...
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... sweet , we'll follow ; No ill can be intended . [ Musick ends . Champ . I ne'er fear'd yet . [ Exeunt . SONG IN THE WOOD . This way , this way come , and hear , You that hold these pleasures dear ; Fill your ears with our sweet sound ...
... sweet , we'll follow ; No ill can be intended . [ Musick ends . Champ . I ne'er fear'd yet . [ Exeunt . SONG IN THE WOOD . This way , this way come , and hear , You that hold these pleasures dear ; Fill your ears with our sweet sound ...
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... sweet lady , and To make us guilty of your melancholy ; You must not be alone ; in conversation Doubts are resolv'd , and what sticks near the conscience Made easy , and allowable . Lucina . Ye are devils ! [ damnation . Ard . That you ...
... sweet lady , and To make us guilty of your melancholy ; You must not be alone ; in conversation Doubts are resolv'd , and what sticks near the conscience Made easy , and allowable . Lucina . Ye are devils ! [ damnation . Ard . That you ...
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... sweet lady , and must take this kindly , Exceeding kindly of you , wondrous kindly , You come so far to visit him . I'll guide you . Lucina . Whither ? Chi . Why , to your lord . Lucina . Is it so hard , sir , To find him in this place ...
... sweet lady , and must take this kindly , Exceeding kindly of you , wondrous kindly , You come so far to visit him . I'll guide you . Lucina . Whither ? Chi . Why , to your lord . Lucina . Is it so hard , sir , To find him in this place ...
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Стр. 476 - London, to thee I do present the merry month of May; Let each true subject be content to hear me what I say: For from the top of conduit-head, as plainly may appear, I will both tell my name to you, and wherefore I came here. My name is Ralph, by due descent though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the flock of gracious grocery;" And by the common counsel of my fellows in the Strand, With gilded staff and crossed scarf, the Maylord here I stand.
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