A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, 7±Ç

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396 ÆäÀÌÁö - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - As much as is my service, or my life Is worth. All this I know; but this, and more, More by a thousand dangers, could not hire me To smother such a heinous wrong from you. I saw, and I have said.
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - In thy false dealing thou hast robb'd my heart. Booty you play, I like a loser stand, Having no heart or here, or in my hand. I will give o'er the set, I am not well.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... me of; All which the envious Acton made me spend : And, notwithstanding all this large expense, I had much ado to gain my liberty ; And I have only now a house of pleasure With some five hundred pounds reserv'd, Both to maintain me and my loving sister.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - As freely, from the low depth of my soul, As my Redeemer hath forgiven His death, I pardon thee. I will shed tears for thee, pray with thee; And, in mere pity of thy weak estate, I'll wish to die with thee.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who, tho' with much ado to get belief, Examining of the general circumstance, Seeing your sorrow and your penitence, And hearing therewithal the great desire You have to see him ere you left the world, He gave to us his faith to follow us ; And sure he will be here immediately.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm given to quarrel, But not with women. I will tell you, master, That which will make your heart leap from your breast, Your hair to startle from your head, your ears to tingle.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nay, to wipe but this scandal out, I would hazard The rich and dear redemption of my soul. He cannot be so base as to forgive me, Nor I so shameless to accept his pardon.
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you return unto my master, say (Though not from me, for I am all unworthy To blast his name so with a strumpet's tongue) That you have seen me weep, wish myself dead : Nay, you may say, too, (for my vow is past) Last night you saw me eat and drink my last. This to your master you may say and swear ; For it is writ in heaven, and decreed here.

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