My lord and husband reassum'd his life; And aske your Christian pardon for the wrong Which by your suffering now pleads him guilty.

Why, I have lost a maister and a mistresse, and yet I aske thee no money for them.

Arb. Cease thou strange impudence, and answere quickly, If thou contemn'st me, this will aske an answere, And have it.

Ile not aske the authors Of this report, I doe forgive them; may A happier fate direct you to some other May love you better; and my fate conferr On me with speed some sudden sepulcher.

, they aske a sweet and pleasing boone. Rod.

Ey, that will aske much breyne, much project.

Do you but grace him with accesse and aske your owne fancie, Ladie, how you can affect him.

Wife, I hardly aske thee forgivenes; I had jealous thoughts, but all's right agen.

As Tygers, when they set on't: no mercy unlesse we aske them forgiveness.

On Mr FRANCIS BEAUMONT (then newly dead.) He that hath such acutenesse, and such witt, As would aske ten good heads to husband it; He that can write so well that no man dare Refuse it for the best, let him beware: BEAUMONT is dead, by whose sole death appeares, Witt's a Disease consumes men in few yeares.

Sure a Noble one, If I may aske my Innocence; yet I find Him very amorous.

Twere a myrackle should he aske nothynge.

Sir I must aske your patience, and be trew.

Why, they aske peace and we are set for war.

I come to aske a question, which the winds; If I could deafe them, should not heare for feare Their repercussive Eccho should declare it To all our infamies.

Princes, you aske you know not what your selves.

Nay, aske me somethynge: Come, tell't in myne eare? Bus.

They are the sneaking'st things, and the contemptiblest; Such small-beer brains, but aske 'em any thing Out of the Element of their understanding, And they stand gaping like a roasted Pig; Do they know what a Court is or a Councel, Or how th' affairs of Christendome are manag'd?

Ile call my sonne, and aske his good advice, How I may best dispatch this serious cause.

by the five elements, or sences, I aske ye for no hurt, ile bestowe my charitie as franke as Acut.

O the devills; shall we aske them an almes?