I can't take your place, but I'll see that the young gentlemen have their buttons sewed on, and plenty of good food.

Most likely you'll find your uncle betterI hope that, indeed I do, Miss Sally.

Of course I hopeI knowyou all miss your little sister.

"With love, your brother, ALEC.

Poetry is more particularly within your province; and with very good reason may we hope to see it revive and flourish under your influence and protection.

How can you answer this to your discretion? Const.

Madam, I like not your enquiring after Sir Timorous: I suspect you have some design upon him: You would fain undermine your cousin, and marry him yourself.

At least you will tell us in what county it lies, that my cousin may send to enquire about it: come, this shall not serve your turn; tell us any town that's near it.

I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth not minced by your invention, how came you by this jewel? Lov.

I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth not minced by your invention, how came you by this jewel? Lov.

Pray ask your own jeweller, Setstone, if I did not buy it of him.

Well, Failer, I shall find a time to reward your diligence.

I know your quarrel to the ladies; do they take up the gallants from the tradesmen's wives?

Do your worst, I fear you not, sir.

I beseech your ladyship, but hear my justification as I lead you.

Your only way, is to make sure o'the man-midwife.

I'll meet Sir Timorous in the dark; and, in your room, marry him.

But an't please your worship, my lord, this is not the worst sight that we have seen here to-night in your worship's house; we met three or four hugeous ugly devils, with eyes like saucers, that threw down my husband, that threw down me, that made my heart so panck ever since, as they say!

How can you fear your just desires to want?

By your leave, Hippolito.

Down at your feet, much injured innocence, I lay that sword, which Jul. Take it up again; It has not done its work 'till I am killed: For ever, ever, thou hast robbed me of That man, that only man, whom I could love: Dost thou thus court thy mistress?

I am glad you think so: Either deliver up your sword, or mine Shall pierce her heart this moment.

he echoed in amazement, "What on earth took you there?" Then hastily, "I say, I beg your pardon.

"I expect I heard your horse outside.

she exclaimed, "I did not expect this offered sacrifice, but I will accept it, my own love, and let its pain he soothed to your affectionate heart by the knowledge that in making it, you have given me the purest, most delicious sense of pleasure you could bestow.