Eastward HoeD. C. Heath, 1903 - 408 pages |
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Page 198 - Here is the plot on't— And I would know by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necromancy, And where my shelves ; and which should be for boxes, And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir: And I was wish'd to your worship by a gentleman, One captain Face, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad.
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Page 196 - I not ha' it with me? SUB. O, good sir! There must a world of ceremonies pass; You must be bath'd and fumigated first: Besides, the queen of Fairy does not rise Till it be noon. FACE. Not, if she danc'd, to-night.