 I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. Now what you please : What death? Bos. Strangling; here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o'...  The Edinburgh Review - Page 3951841Full view - About this book
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1851 - 602 pages
...lady? Call for help. Duch. To whom? to our next neighbours? They arc mad folks. Farewell, Cariola, I pray thee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...her prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please ; What death 1 Bos. Strangling. Here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them. The apoplexy, catarrh,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1851 - 594 pages
...Duch. To whomt to our next neighbours1 They are mad folks. Farewell, Cariola, I pray thee look thon giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold; and...her prayers ere she sleep.— Now what you please ; What death t Bos. Strangling. Here are your executioners. Dvch. I forgive them. 848 THOMAS MIDDLETON.... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - Periodicals - 1851 - 788 pages
...pray thee," said her mistress, who dreamed not of harm intended to any but herself, " look thou givest my little boy some syrup for his cold, and let the girl say her prayers ere she sleep !" Then, as Cariola was forced out of the room, turning to the men she said, "Now, what you please... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1853 - 716 pages
...for help. Dvfh. To whom ; to our next neighbours 1 They ¡are mad folks. Farewell, Carióla. I 1 t pray thee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold ; and let the girl I ' S»y her prayers ere she sleep.— Now what you please ; !l vr'batdeathl Bo». Strangling. Here... | |
 | Charles Lamb - English drama - 1854 - 572 pages
...whom ; to our next neighbours ? They are mad Farewell, Cariola. [folks. I pray thee look thou givest my little boy Some syrup for his cold ; and let the...her prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please ; What death P Bos. Strangling. Here are your executioners. Such. I forgive them. The apoplexy, catarrh,... | |
 | English literature - 1855 - 604 pages
...neighbours ? They are mad folk. Farewell, Cariola. I pray thee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrop for his cold ; and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. — Now, what you please ; What death?" And so the play ends ; as does Vittoria Corrombona, with half-a-dozen murders coram... | |
 | John Webster - English drama - 1857 - 296 pages
...many hungry guests have fed upon me ; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cari. I will die with her. Duch. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...her prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please : [Cariola is forced out. What death? Bos. Strangling ; here are your executioners. The apoplexy, catarrh,... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - Drama - 1857 - 424 pages
...many hungry guests have fed upon me; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cari. I will die with her. Duch. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. [CABIOLA is forced out by the Executioners. Now what you please: What death ? Bos. Strangling; here... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1857 - 468 pages
...lady ? Call for help. Ditch. To whom; to our next neighbors ? They are mad folks. Farewell, Cariola. I pray thee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold ; and let the girl Say her pray'rs ere she sleep.—Now what you please; What death ? Bos. Strangling. Here are your executioners.... | |
 | John Webster - English drama - 1857 - 294 pages
...hungry guests have fed upon me ; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cari. I will die with her. , Duch. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy | Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl v Say her prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please : [Cariola, is forced out. What death ? Bos.... | |
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