The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 5. sējumsG. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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206. lappuse
... Lick . To wish them you , I confess , That have them already . P. sen . What ? Lick . The pox ! P. sen . The piles , The plague , and all diseases light on him Knows not to keep his word ! I'd keep my word , sure ; I hate that man that ...
... Lick . To wish them you , I confess , That have them already . P. sen . What ? Lick . The pox ! P. sen . The piles , The plague , and all diseases light on him Knows not to keep his word ! I'd keep my word , sure ; I hate that man that ...
207. lappuse
... Lick . And bating two in the hundred . P. sen . Ay , that same's A crying sin , a fearful damn'd device , Eats up the poor , devours them-- Lick . Sir , take heed What you give out . P. sen . Against your grave great Solons , Numa ...
... Lick . And bating two in the hundred . P. sen . Ay , that same's A crying sin , a fearful damn'd device , Eats up the poor , devours them-- Lick . Sir , take heed What you give out . P. sen . Against your grave great Solons , Numa ...
208. lappuse
... Lick . Ask your echo ! Bro . You did it . P. sen . I am for justice ; when did I leave justice ? We knew ' twas theirs , they had right and title to't : Now Lick . You can spare them nothing . P. sen . Very little . Lick . As good as ...
... Lick . Ask your echo ! Bro . You did it . P. sen . I am for justice ; when did I leave justice ? We knew ' twas theirs , they had right and title to't : Now Lick . You can spare them nothing . P. sen . Very little . Lick . As good as ...
209. lappuse
... Lick . They are a little crooked . P. sen . How , knave ? Lick . Because you do indent . P. sen . ' Tis true , sir , I do indent you shall return me money . Lick . Rather than meat , I know it ; you are just still . P. sen . I love it ...
... Lick . They are a little crooked . P. sen . How , knave ? Lick . Because you do indent . P. sen . ' Tis true , sir , I do indent you shall return me money . Lick . Rather than meat , I know it ; you are just still . P. sen . I love it ...
210. lappuse
... Lick . When you and your dogs have dined ! a sweet reversion . P. sen . Who's here ? my courtier , and my little doctor ? My muster - master ? And what plover's that They have brought to pull ? Bro . I know not , some green plover . I ...
... Lick . When you and your dogs have dined ! a sweet reversion . P. sen . Who's here ? my courtier , and my little doctor ? My muster - master ? And what plover's that They have brought to pull ? Bro . I know not , some green plover . I ...
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