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Acton base blood bring brother brought cards Cicely Cran Cranwell dance dear death debt drama edition English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fear Frank friends give grief hand hast hate hath hawk hear heart Heaven Here's Heywood hold honour hour hundred pounds husband I'll Jenkin keep Killed with Kindness knight known light live look Malby Master Frankford Master Wendoll means Mistress Frankford never Nich Nicholas Nick Notes once pardon play poor Post pray printed rich SCENE shame Sir Charles Mountford Sir F Sir Francis Acton sister soul speak stand stay suit Susan sweet tears tell thee things Thomas thou thoughts true turn unto villain wife Woman Killed wrong
Side 70 - Thy name's recorded in the book of life, I charge thee, never, after this sad day, To see me, or to meet me ; or to send, By word or writing, gift or otherwise, To move me, by thyself, or by thy friends, Nor challenge any part in my two children.
Side 60 - Oh ! what a clog unto the soul is sin. We pale offenders are still full of fear ; Every suspicious eye brings danger near, When they, whose clear hearts from offence are free, Despite report, base scandals do outface, And stand at mere defiance with disgrace.
Side 74 - Well, Master Frankford, well ; but shall be better, I hope, within this hour. Will you vouchsafe, Out of your grace and your humanity, 40 To take a spotted strumpet by the hand ? Frank.
Side 65 - God! O God! that it were possible To undo things done; to call back yesterday! That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days, and to redeem these hours ! Or that the sun Could, rising from the west, draw his coach backward, Take from th...
Side 68 - The blemish of my house, nor my dear love, Could have withheld thee from so lewd a fact, Yet for these infants, these young harmless souls, On whose white brows thy shame is character'd, And grows in greatness as they wax in years ; Look but on them, and melt away in tears.
Side 18 - Frank. To dinner ! Come, sir, from this present day, Welcome to me for ever ! Come, away ! [Exeunt Frankford, Mistress Frankford, and Wendoll.
Side 13 - You, sister, are my friend ; And flying you, I shall pursue my end. Susan. Your company is as my eyeball dear ; Being far from you, no comfort can be near. Yet fly to save your life : what would I care, To spend my future age in black despair, So you were safe ? And yet to live one week Without my brother Charles, through every cheek My streaming tears would downwards run so rank...
Side 17 - Francis lost, and yet was loth to yield : At length the two knights grew to difference, From words to blows, and so to banding...