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And Alphonse, quite indifferent to the vulgar: "He! mais pensez donc au Papa, Monsieur Henri-Richie, sans doute il a une sante de fer: mais encore faut-il lui menager le suc gastrique, pancreatique...." 'Ay, ay! laughed my father; 'what sets you thinking of Alphonse? 'I suppose because I shall have to be speaking French in an hour. 'German, Richie, German. 'But these Belgians speak French.
Madam, how blest am I To see you thus past hope recovered, My mirth at your faire wedding shall demonstrate. Sir Gef. Doe you know me, Sir? Bon. Yes, very well, sir. Suc. You are married, sir. Bon. I, what of that? Suc. Lady. But where's my Steward? hees not hangd I hope: This mirth admits no Tragedy. Gri. Behold the figure. Alex. I crave forgivenesse. Lady. Goe to, you have it. Alex. Sir Gef.
Crac. Suc. Tim. What wines that, fellow Grimes? Grimes. Sack by this light, the Emperor of liquors! Captaine, here tis well keepe of push of pike yet peirce like shott of Cannon: a Cup of this upon an onslaught, Captain? Suc. Is beveredge for a Generall: I doe use to drinke it when I am engagd against a squadron or a whole company. Grimes. He meanes of drunkards. Suc. Ha! Grimes.
This garter is not well tide, fellow: where Wert thou brought up? thou knowest not to tie A rose yet, knave: a little straiter: so, Now, tis indifferent. Who can say that I Am old now? Bun. Marry, that can I or any one which sees you. Suc. Death to my reputation! Sir Geff. Alas, good Captaine, I was meditating how to salute my lady this morning.
You must not part thus, Mrs; here are men Has scapd Cla. The Gallowes. Suc. Ile rigg you up; although you were a Carack I shall find tackling for you. Bel. You are uncivill; pray, desist. Crac. Not kisse a gentleman? a pretty ring this same: I have a mind to it and I must have it. Bel. You will not robb me of it? Suc. I will intreate this glove which shall adorne In fight my burgonett. Cla.
B. all attempted; Mrs. B. was too weak; she did not feel able to lift so much. So the three suc- ceeded in relieving the sufferer. Frado returned to her work. Mrs. B. fol- lowed. Seizing Frado, she said she would "cure her of tale-bearing," and, placing the wedge of wood between her teeth, she beat her cruelly with the raw-hide. Aunt Abby heard the blows, and came to see if she could hinder them.
Meantime you must remaine Saffe prissoners untill the Judges sitt, Who best may give a sentence on your fact. Tho. And what for me? Sir Gef. I, what for him, Mr Justice? Sir Hu. Sure your words Rather proceed from some distraction Then from similitude of truth. You may Begon, we do quitt you. Tho. Suc. Death, Sir! Dare you presume to draw before us men Of stout performance? Sir Gef.
"On parle d'un poisson de mer qui, sortant de l'eau, monte sur la cocotier et boit le suc de la plante; ensuite il retourne á la mer."
Bel. What would you have don? Crac. Entreated you againe to have come behind me. Bel. O, my Bonvill, so happy a benefit no hand but thine could have administred. Crac. Nay, if you have more right to her than I, takt I pray you: would I were off with a faire broken pate. Suc. Is your life hatefull to you? Bon. Why doe you inquire, good puff past? Suc.
Let me see: I, thou art hart of vallor: thou didst daunce well, thou deservest , I say no more: and who played? Mus. Wee. Suc. You? well sayd; you plaid and you daunc'd, you say good; let me see, halfe a peece or Mus. Blesse your Captaineship. Suc. You plaid, you say, and you dauncd: umh, well, why then you that dauncd must pay those that plaid. Mus. How, sir, how? Suc.
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