United States or Iceland ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Man. Oh villaine, villaine, villaine! Med. Where's the wrongd Lady? Alq. Stand you still at the Barre. You are now another man, sir; your scale turnes. Fernando fetches in Eleonora. Mac. Looke on the prisoner: doe you know him, Lady? Ele. Would I had nere had cause to say I know him. Mac. Of what doe you accuse him? Ele. As the murtherer Both of my name and honour. Hen. False! Fer. Hen.
Upon condition, sir, you will requite me But with one gentle favour. Cou. Any thing Sis. You must sitt downe and heare me then while I At a distance thus deliver Cou. Tis more state. Sis. I am most unfortunate. Cou. In what, deare Damsell? Sis. And much wrongd by a gentleman I lov'd. Cou. Can he be a gentleman that dares Wrong so much love and beauty? what's the offence? Sis. He wo'not love agen.
Pedro. Whilst I meet A Thunder strikes me dead. Oh, poore, wrongd Lady, The poyson which the villaine poures on thy honour Runs more into my veines then all the Venome He spitts at me or my deare Boy, his brother. My Lords, your pardon that I am transported With shame & sorrow thus beyond my selfe, Not paying to you my duty. All. Your love, Don Pedro. Mac.
Word Of The Day