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'Has confest much, Beleeve it, and so far they feare him not, They would be els more circumspect. 2 Cap. Pray ye, tell me, Is there no further newes of those are fledd, I meane those fellow Instruments? 1 Cap. None as yet, At least divulgd abroad. But certenly The wise States are not idle, neither at this time Do's it concerne their safeties. We shall heare shortly More of theis monsters. 2 Cap.
You kin git married's soon's you want to." "You think so, Tracey?" "All you got to do's ask Josie " "I'm almost afraid you're right." "Why? Don't you want to git married?" "Well" Nat smiled "no. Don't believe I do. Not just now, at any rate." "Well, you don't have to if you don't want to.... G'd-night." "Yes, I do," Nat told Tracey's back. "The rules say so. If the girl asks me, I must."
There was a silent sympathy which Frado felt attracted her, and she opened her heart to the presence of love that arbitrary and inexorable tyrant. She removed to Singleton, her former resi- dence, and there was married. Here were Fra- do's first feelings of trust and repose on human arm. She realized, for the first time, the relief of looking to another for comfortable support.
When I think of all the things I have promised you, I can feel my hair turning white. Having polished me off on the don'ts, you aren't going to begin on the do's, are you?" "Indeed I am. Does Doctor Queerington really think you could be a writer?" "He has been after me about it ever since I was a youngster. I'm always scribbling at something, but there is nothing in it.
Dose two wagon loads er cut-up sodgers hev done fill de houses so plum full dat dey sticks spang thoo de cracks er de do's. Don' talk ter me, suh, I ain' got no use fur dis wah, noways, caze hit's a low-lifeted one, dat's what 'tis; en ef you'd a min' w'at I tell you, you'd be settin' up at home right dis minute wid ole Miss a-feedin' you on br'ile chicken.
Let them have it: And all that plot against the generall good Learne from this mans example, great in age, Greater in wealth and in authoritie, But matchles in his worldly pollicie, That there is one above that do's deride The wisest counsailes that are misaplide. Enter Harlem, Leyden & Utrecht Executioners. Har. Now hard and sharpe, for a wager, who shall doe it.
This is the pettiest Low-borne Lasse, that ever, Ran on the greene-sord: Nothing she do's or seemes," where "seems" is changed to "says," by striking out all but the first and last letters, and writing ay in the margin. In a passage given from "Troilus and Cressida," Act V. Sc. 2, we have this line: "Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes,"
Hee'll promise any thing: I have seene him talke At the Church dore with his hat of to a Begger Almost an houre togeather, yet when he left him He gave him not a doyt. He do's profes To all an outward pitty, but within The devills more tender: the great plague upon him! Why thinck I of him? he's no part of that Must make my peace. 1 Cap. Why, what course will you take then? 2 Cap.
Follow me home, And there Ile give ye new directions How to proceed, and sodainely. Leid. | We are yours, Sir. Or. Bre. We doe not like his carriage. Van. He do's all, speakes all, all disposes. Or. Spoiles all. He that dare live to see him work his ends out Uncrossd and unprevented, that wretched man Dare live to see his Cuntry shrinck before him.
The words were as follows: Had a lovin' mother, Been climbin' up de hill so long; She been hopin' git to heaben in due time Befo' dem heaben do's close! And then the chorus, voicing first a passionate entreaty, then rising in the final bars to a great exultant shout: Den chain dat lion down, Good Lawd! Den chain dat lion down! Oh, please! Good Lawd, done chained dat lion down!
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