deserv't

Updated: May 13, 2025

But love her dearely, Thurston, sheele deserv't: I doe remember, when my Father livd, How he would praise her goodnes. Think on me As one that lovd you well, but neer like her; And, if you please, bestow each day a kisse Uppon her in my memory. Soe, farewell. Tho. But, harke you, sir, do you intend to love her. Thu. Good sir, torment me not. Enter Grimes. Grimes. By your leave, gentlemen: good Mr.

Various - A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2