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Seite 90 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Seite 151 - I [KneeuWhile yet my senses are my own, thus kneeling, Let me implore thy mercies on my wife ; Release her from her pangs ; and if my reason, O'erwhelm'd with miseries, sink before the tempest, Pardon those crimes despair may bring upon me.
Seite 144 - I've been too long abus'd, And can believe no more. Let me sleep on to be deceiv'd no more. . . Bir. Look up, my love, I never did deceive thee, Nor ever can ; believe thyself, thy eyes That first inflam'd, and light me to my love, Those stars, that still must guide me to my joys.
Seite 52 - I did marry you; here's too much record for't. [ would there were a parson to unmarry us ! If any of our clergy had that faculty, He might repair the old, and build as many New abbeys through the kingdom, in a twelvemonth.
Seite 125 - The labour of his birth was lighter to me Than of my fondness now ; my fears for him Are more...
Seite 121 - Look on him as your son's ; And let his part in him answer for mine. Oh, save, defend him, save him from the wrongs That fall upon the poor! C.
Seite 152 - Murder my husband! Oh, I must not dare To think of living on; my desperate hand In a mad rage may offer it again. Stab anywhere but there.
Seite 151 - While yet my senses are my own, thus kneeling, Let me implore thy mercies on my wife: Release her from her pangs ; and if my reason, O'erwhelm'd with miseries, sink before the tempest, Pardon those crimes despair may bring upon me. [Rises. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Sir, there's somebody at the door must needs speak with you ; he won't tell his name.