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Go, some of you, and turn this strumpet forth 2 - Spurn her into the street; there let
her perish, And rot upon a dunghill. Through the city See it proclaim'd, that none,
on pain of death, Presume to give her comfort, food, or harbour; Who ministers ...
Go, some of you, and turn this strumpet forth 2 - Spurn her into the street; there let
her perish, And rot upon a dunghill. Through the city See it proclaim'd, that none,
on pain of death, Presume to give her comfort, food, or harbour; Who ministers ...
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And while I meant destruction on her head, He has turn'd it all on thine. Hast.
Now mark 1 and tremble at Heaven's just award : . While thy insatiate wrath and
full revenge Pursued the innocence which never wrong'd thee, Behold, the
mischief ...
And while I meant destruction on her head, He has turn'd it all on thine. Hast.
Now mark 1 and tremble at Heaven's just award : . While thy insatiate wrath and
full revenge Pursued the innocence which never wrong'd thee, Behold, the
mischief ...
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As at the stroke of death, twice turn'd she pale; And twice a burning crimson blush
'd all o'er her; Then, with a shriek, heart-wounding, loud she cried, While down
her cheeks two gushing torrents ran Fast falling on her hands, which thus she ...
As at the stroke of death, twice turn'd she pale; And twice a burning crimson blush
'd all o'er her; Then, with a shriek, heart-wounding, loud she cried, While down
her cheeks two gushing torrents ran Fast falling on her hands, which thus she ...
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Give me your hand. We shall soon meet again. Now, farewell, emperor[Embraces
Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since death sweeps all distinctions,
farewell, friend! And, yet, I cannot look on you, and kill you : Pray, turn your face.
Give me your hand. We shall soon meet again. Now, farewell, emperor[Embraces
Methinks that word's too cold to be my last: Since death sweeps all distinctions,
farewell, friend! And, yet, I cannot look on you, and kill you : Pray, turn your face.
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I saw young Harry,–with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground, like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his
seat, As if an angel dropt down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery ...
I saw young Harry,–with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground, like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his
seat, As if an angel dropt down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery ...
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| Titel | The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Band 8 The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Mrs. Inchbald |
| Herausgeber | Mrs. Inchbald |
| Verlag | Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 2. Febr. 2006 |
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