United States or Bouvet Island ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
You that are verteous rise! you that have fathers! Ho, Master Provost! ô my deerest father. Some Surgeons, Surgeons! Enter Provost & Servts. Prov. 'Twas the Boyes voice, certaine. Ser. What bloody sight is this? 'has killd himself: Dead, stone-cold dead; he needs no art of Surgeons. Prov. Take of the Boy. Boy. O let me dwell here ever. Prov.
Be plesed from the prems's to let me kno' if as how I can be put upon any sarvice to sarve your Honner, and to sarve my deerest younge lady; which God grant! for I begin to be affearde for her, hearing what peple talck to be sure your Honner will not do her no harme, as a man may say. But I kno' your Honner must be good to so wonderous a younge lady. How can you help it?
With head down and eyebrows hiding his eyes, with trembling hands that tore the envelope, Philip took out the letter and read it in passages broken, blurred, smudged, as by the smoke of a fo'c'stle lamp. "Deerest peat i am gettin that much better... i am that happy and comforbel... sometimes i am longing for a sight of the lil ones swate face... no more at present... ure own trew wife."
"The Welc . . . Home, Barbican, Plymo." "My Deerest Jack, This to hope it will find You quite well, as it leaves Me at present. Also to say that I hope this voyage . . . new Leaf with Simon as Companny, who is a Good Friend, though, as you well know, I did not think . . . came courting me. But it is for the best, and . . . liquor . . . which I pray to Heaven may begin happier Days.
And here is the sad thing; they cannot come to clere up matters with my deerest young lady, because, as your Honner has ordered it, they have these stories as if bribed by me out of your Honner's sarvant; which must not be known for fere you should kill'n and me too, and blacken the briber! Ah! your Honner!
I most humbelly beseche your Honner to be good and kinde and fethful to my deerest younge lady, now you have her; or I shall brake my harte for having done some dedes that have helped to bringe things to this passe. Pray youre dere, good Honner, be just! Prayey do! As God shall love ye! prayey do! I cannot write no more for this pressent, for verry fear and grief
Stand but to'th fate of this, and if it faile I will sitt downe a Convert and renounce All wanton hope hereafter. Deerest Madam, If you did meane before this honour to me, Let not your loving thoughts freeze in a Minuit. My genius is a prophet. Do. Sir Richard, Madam, Is comeing this way. Fra. Shall I hope agen? La. I wo'not say you shall despaire. Fra. Do.
But if my deerest younge lady should come to harm, and plese your Honner, the horsepond at the Blew Bore but Lord preserve us all from all bad mischeff, and all bad endes, I pray the Lord! For tho'ff you Honner is kinde to me in worldly pelf, yet what shall a man get to loos his soul, as holy Skrittuer says, and plese your Honner?
Word Of The Day