The Works of John Marston, Том 2J.C. Nimmo, 1887 |
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... Herc . See , yonder's Urbin ! Those far - appearing spires rise from the city . You shall conduct me no further return to Ferrara : my dukedom , by your care in my absence , shall rest constantly united , and most religiously loyal . 1 ...
... Herc . See , yonder's Urbin ! Those far - appearing spires rise from the city . You shall conduct me no further return to Ferrara : my dukedom , by your care in my absence , shall rest constantly united , and most religiously loyal . 1 ...
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... Herc . You have't . Ren . Why , in your steadier age , in strength of life And firmest wit of time , will you break forth Those stricter limits of regardful state ( Which with severe distinction you still kept ) , And now to unknown ...
... Herc . You have't . Ren . Why , in your steadier age , in strength of life And firmest wit of time , will you break forth Those stricter limits of regardful state ( Which with severe distinction you still kept ) , And now to unknown ...
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... Herc . Think not but I shall approve that more than folly which even now appears in a most ridiculous ex- pectation : be in this assured , —The bottom of gravity is nothing like the top . Once more , fare you well . [ Exit RENALDO . And ...
... Herc . Think not but I shall approve that more than folly which even now appears in a most ridiculous ex- pectation : be in this assured , —The bottom of gravity is nothing like the top . Once more , fare you well . [ Exit RENALDO . And ...
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... even scandalous to Nature . Now the jail deliver me an intelligencer ! be good to me , ye cloisters of bondage ! Of whence art thou ? 1 Ed . 2 . " oppresse . " 210 Herc . Of Ferrara . Herod . A Ferrarese ! 128 [ ACT L. The Fawn .
... even scandalous to Nature . Now the jail deliver me an intelligencer ! be good to me , ye cloisters of bondage ! Of whence art thou ? 1 Ed . 2 . " oppresse . " 210 Herc . Of Ferrara . Herod . A Ferrarese ! 128 [ ACT L. The Fawn .
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... Herc . No. Herod . Hast thou worn socks ? Herc . No. 220 Herod . Then blessed be the most happy gravel be- twixt thy toes ! I do prophesy thy tyrannising itch shall be honourable , and thy right worshipful louse shall appear in full ...
... Herc . No. Herod . Hast thou worn socks ? Herc . No. 220 Herod . Then blessed be the most happy gravel be- twixt thy toes ! I do prophesy thy tyrannising itch shall be honourable , and thy right worshipful louse shall appear in full ...
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