A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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And yet I will adventure. He may guesse
At secrett workings & confyrme my feare. Thys nighte I will adventure, & obay As he shall fashyion me to meete or stay. [_Ex_. _Actus 5_. [SCENE 1.] _Enter Eldegrade & Didier_. _Eld_. What, have you vyssyted my greived sonne? _Did_. Madam, I have. _Eld_. And you are reconcyld? you see hys harte Is made of meltinge waxe & not of marble. Faythe, twas a harde parte; you have brought us lowe, Lowe as the earthe we treade on, but Ile ceasse Further reitteratyon: synce hees pleasd To burye all, I wilbe patyent; You knowe I ever lovd you & you have Doone me most worthye, honest offyces. |
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