A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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rascall? No, you shall give me leave to take my leave. That ceremonye
performd, I'm yours tyll doomes day. _Char_. I cannot live without thee. _Fue_. Ile not stay a day at furthest. _Char_. I darre denye thee nothynge. Kysse & goe: Thynke how I languyshe for thee. _Fue_. And I will condole in recyprocall kyndnes. _Char_. Bishopp, attend my dearest. _Tur_. Greate Sir, I was toe impudent even nowe To trooble you with my token; good Sir, please To give it me agayne: a meaner man Shall serve my humble messadge. _Fue_. Bishopp, I doe voutsafe it; theres thy ringe. [_Gives him the ringe_. _Tur_.--And you agayne a basse most scurvye thynge. [_Exe. Turp., Fue_. _Enter La Busse_. _Char_. Howe nowe, _La Busse_? What newse from _Ganelon_? |
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