Questions

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identifier	question
18781	And who have hard hearts and obdurate minds, But vicious, harebrained, and illiterate hinds?
18781	Men foolishly do call it virtuous; What virtue is it that is born with us?
18781	O, what god would not therewith be appeased?
18781	Seek you for chastity, immortal fame, And know that some have wronged Diana''s name?
18781	So having paused a while at last she said,"Who taught thee rhetoric to deceive a maid?
18781	Tell me, to whom mad''st thou that heedless oath?"
18781	What difference betwixt the richest mine And basest mould, but use?
18781	What is it now, but mad Leander dares?
18781	Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
18781	Which being known( as what is hid from Jove?)
18781	Whose name is it, if she be false or not So she be fair, but some vile tongues will blot?
18781	Why art thou not in love, and loved of all?
18781	Why should you worship her?
18781	Why vowest thou then to live in Sestos here Who on Love''s seas more glorious wouldst appear?
18781	Wilt thou live single still?
37422	Be gon; what art thou?
37422	But what Paper is this in his Hand?
37422	But what is this Inscription on my Arm?
37422	Charles Gildon,_ The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets_( London,[ 1698?
37422	Come you from_ Guild- hall_, Sir?
37422	Doctor should send a Familiar to open the Door, in what language should I speak to the Devil?
37422	From_ Constantinople_ have they brought me now, Only for Measure of these idle Slaves?
37422	Give me some Gold, Father?
37422	Hast thou any Companions with thee?
37422	He begins by paraphrasing Marlowe:_ Faustus_: What art thou the Third?
37422	Is not thy Soul thy own?
37422	Now,_ Faustus_, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper?
37422	Or is it Three Generations in One?
37422	Pray, let me ask you one Question; Are both your Legs Bed- fellows?
37422	Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please?
37422	Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found?
37422	What Would you with_ Mephostopholis_?
37422	What art thou the Fourth?
37422	What art thou, that looks so terrible?
37422	What must you sit, and I stand?
37422	What''s here, a Woman?
37422	What''s here?
37422	What''s thy Business, Quick, or_ Hogon strogon_?
37422	Whence comest thou?
37422	Where could they find another formed so fit, To poise, with solid sense, a sprightly wit?
37422	Who art thou?
37422	Why is not thy Room perfum''d, and spread with Cloth of_ Tissue_?
37422	Why shouldst thou not?
37422	Wretch, what hast thou done?
37422	[_ Again._] He had a Colt''s Tooth, and over- laid one of his Maids; yet, what of that?
37422	[_ Again._] He would now and then Curse in his Passion, and give a Soul to the Devil, or so; yet, what of that?
37422	[_ Again._]''Tis thought that her Body workt him off on his Legs; why, what of that?
37422	[_ Good Angel ascends, bad Angel descends.__ Faust._ Command the World; Ay,_ Faustus_, think on that, Why streams not then my Blood that I may write?
37422	[_ Table flies down.__ Scar._ Thou Varlet, dost thou see what thy Proverb has done?
37422	_ Are these Things So?_( 1740), and_ The Great Man''s Answer to Are these Things So?_( 1740).
37422	_ Are these Things So?_( 1740), and_ The Great Man''s Answer to Are these Things So?_( 1740).
37422	_ Ben._ The Devil''s alive again?
37422	_ Cart._ And has the Doctor but one Leg then?
37422	_ Critick_: D''ye mean her Reputation for Acting?
37422	_ Enter Pride.__ Fau._ What art thou?
37422	_ Fau._ And what are you, Mr._ Minks_, the Seventh and last?
37422	_ Fau._ What art thou the Fifth?
37422	_ Fau._ What art thou the Sixth?
37422	_ Fau._ What art thou the Third?
37422	_ Fau._ What wert thou on Earth?
37422	_ Faust._ Art sure it was the Devil?
37422	_ Faust._ But why art thou afraid of the Devil?
37422	_ Faust._ Frighted at what?
37422	_ Faust._ It comes this way?
37422	_ Faust._ My wooden Leg; what dost thou mean, Friend?
37422	_ Faust._ Tell me who made the World?
37422	_ Faust._ What Noise is that?
37422	_ Faust._ What ail''st thou?
37422	_ Faust._ What means this then?
37422	_ Faust._ What says_ Lucifer_, thy Lord?
37422	_ Faust._ What sight is this?
37422	_ Faust._ Where art thou,_ Faustus_?
37422	_ Faust._ Where art thou?
37422	_ Faust._ Why dost thou ask?
37422	_ Gi._ I can divide my self to serve my Friends?
37422	_ Har._ Come then let''s fall too,_ San''s_ Ceremony; Will you be Carver?
37422	_ Har._ Is this his third Person?
37422	_ Har._ Some Wine too?
37422	_ Har._ Where is it?
37422	_ Har._ Will it please you then to make way for him?
37422	_ Homo fuge_: Whether shall I fly?
37422	_ Hors._ Heard of him, a Plague take him, I have Cause to know him; has he play''d any Pranks with you?
37422	_ Hors._ Why, do n''t you remember I pull''d off one o''your Legs when you were a Sleep?
37422	_ Host._ What have the Rogues left my Pots, and run away, without paying their Reck''ning?
37422	_ Meph._ Ay,_ Faustus_, is it not a splendid Life?
37422	_ Meph._ Do you deliver it as your Deed, and Gift?
37422	_ Meph._ How am I tortur''d by these Villains Charms?
37422	_ Meph._ Is that all?
37422	_ Meph._ Now,_ Faustus_ wilt thou have a Wife?
37422	_ Meph._ Now,_ Faustus_, what wouldst thou have with me?
37422	_ Meph._ What is''t I would not do to obtain his Soul?
37422	_ Old M._ Who,_ Faustus_?
37422	_ Old M._ Why would not_ Faustus_ tell me of that before?
37422	_ Scar._ Acquainted with the Devil?
37422	_ Scar._ Do n''t you know me?
37422	_ Scar._ Does he so?
37422	_ Scar._ Help me down?
37422	_ Scar._ I have seen, Oh, oh----_ Faust._ What?
37422	_ Scar._ Now how do you like my Art?
37422	_ Scar._ O''o''o''_ Faust._ Speak, Fellow, what''s the Matter?
37422	_ Scar._ What Practice has he?
37422	_ Scar._ What was he doing when you left him?
37422	_ Scar._ When comes he home?
37422	_ Scar._ Will it please your Lustiness to lead the Way?
37422	_ Spirits ascend.__ Faust._ How am I glutted with conceit of this?
37422	do you harbour Rogues that bilk poor Folks, and wo nt pay their Reck''nings?
37422	what''s here, a Man hang''d?
37422	what''s here, a dead Body?
1496	A poysoned knife?
1496	Ah Epernoune, is this thy love to me?
1496	Alas I am a scholler, how should I have golde?
1496	Am I growne olde, or is thy lust growne yong, Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee, That others need to comment on my text?
1496	Are these your secrets that no man must know?
1496	Art thou King, and hast done this bloudy deed?
1496	But are they resolute and armde to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise?
1496	But how wilt thou get opportunitye?
1496	But what availeth that this traitors dead, When Duke Dumaine his brother is alive, And that young Cardinall that is growne so proud?
1496	But what doth move thee above the rest to doe the deed?
1496	But when will he come that we may murther him?
1496	But which way is he gone?
1496	Christ, villaine?
1496	Come on sirs, what, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise?
1496	Did he not cause the King of Spaines huge fleete, To threaten England and to menace me?
1496	Did he not draw a sorte of English priestes From Doway to the Seminary at Remes, To hatch forth treason gainst their naturall Queene?
1496	Did he not injure Mounser that s deceast?
1496	Did they of Paris entertaine him so?
1496	Doth not your grace know the man that gave them you?
1496	Feare him said you?
1496	Frier, thou dost acknowledge me thy King?
1496	Hath he not made me in the Popes defence, To spend the treasure that should strength my land, In civill broiles between Navarre and me?
1496	Holla varlet, hey: Epernoune, where is the King?
1496	How fares it this morning with your excellence?
1496	How fares it with my Lord high Admiral, Hath he been hurt with villaines in the street?
1496	How meanst thou that?
1496	How now Mugeroun, metst thou not the Guise at the doore?
1496	How now fellow, what newes?
1496	How now my Lord, faith this is more then need, Am I to be thus jested at and scornde?
1496	How now my Lords, how fare you?
1496	How now sirra, what newes?
1496	I love your Minions?
1496	I may be stabd, and live till he be dead, But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate?
1496	I, dearer then the apple of mine eye?
1496	Is Guises glory but a clowdy mist, In sight and judgement of thy lustfull eye?
1496	Is all my love forgot which helde thee deare?
1496	Loreine, Loreine, follow Loreine.. Sirra, Are you a preacher of these heresies?
1496	Mother, how like you this device of mine?
1496	My Lord Anjoy, there are a hundred Protestants, Which we have chaste into the river Sene, That swim about and so preserve their lives: How may we doe?
1496	My Lord Cardinall of Loraine, tell me, How likes your grace my sonnes pleasantnes?
1496	My Mother poysoned heere before my face: O gracious God, what times are these?
1496	My brother Cardenall slaine and I alive?
1496	My father slaine, who hath done this deed?
1496	My noble brother murthered by the King, Oh what may I doe, to revenge thy death?
1496	Not I my Lord, what if I had?
1496	Now Captain of my guarde, are these murtherers ready?
1496	Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall?
1496	Now sirra, what shall we doe with the Admirall?
1496	O good my Lord, Wherein hath Ramus been so offencious?
1496	O no, his soule is fled from out his breast, And he nor heares, nor sees us what we doe: My Lords, what resteth now for to be done?
1496	O the fatall poyson workes within my brest, Tell me Surgeon and flatter not, may I live?
1496	Oh that I have not power to stay my life, Nor immortalitie to be reveng''d: To dye by Pesantes, what a greefe is this?
1496	Pardon thee, why what hast thou done?
1496	Remember you the letter gentle sir, Which your wife writ to my deare Minion, And her chosen freend?
1496	Surgeon, why saist thou so?
1496	Sweet Guise, would he had died so thou wert heere: To whom shall I bewray my secrets now, Or who will helpe to builde Religion?
1496	Tell me Surgeon, shall I live?
1496	Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye?
1496	Thankes to my princely sonne, then tell me Guise, What order wil you set downe for the Massacre?
1496	Then there is no remedye but I must dye?
1496	This is the Guise that hath incenst the King, To leavy armes and make these civill broyles: But canst thou tell me who is their generall?
1496	Thou able to maintaine an hoast in pay, That livest by forraine exhibition?
1496	Thou trothles and unjust, what lines are these?
1496	To contradict which, I say Ramus shall dye: How answere you that?
1496	To murder me, villaine?
1496	To speek with me from such a man as he?
1496	Villaine, why cost thou look so gastly?
1496	Was it not thou that scoff''dst the Organon, And said it was a heape of vanities?
1496	Well, let me alone, whose within there?
1496	What Peere in France but thou( aspiring Guise) Durst be in armes without the Kings consent?
1496	What are you hurt my Lord high Admiral?
1496	What art thou dead, sweet sonne?
1496	What art thou?
1496	What fearfull cries come from the river Sene, That fright poore Ramus sitting at his book?
1496	What glory is there in a common good, That hanges for every peasant to atchive?
1496	What irreligeous Pagans partes be these, Of such as horde them of the holy church?
1496	What say our Minions, think they Henries heart Will not both harbour love and Majestie?
1496	What shall we doe now with the Admirall?
1496	What shall we doe then?
1496	What should I doe but stand upon my guarde?
1496	What, all alone my love, and writing too: I prethee say to whome thou writes?
1496	What, have you done?
1496	What, is he dead Gonzago?
1496	What, is your highnes hurt?
1496	What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud?
1496	What, will you not feare when you see him come?
1496	Where is the Admirall?
1496	Who I?
1496	Who goes there?
1496	Who is''t that knocks there?
1496	Whom have you there?
1496	Why suffer you that peasant to declaime?
1496	Why, darst thou presume to call on Christ, Without the intercession of some Saint?
1496	Why?
1496	You will give us our money?
1496	speake, Will every savour breed a pangue of death?
1496	what, shall the French king dye, Wounded and poysoned, both at once?
1589	Was not Anubis with his long nose of gold preferred before Neptune, whose STATURE was but brasse?
1589	footinstead of"shot"?
1589	Ah, friends, what shall I do?
1589	Alas, my lord, how should our bleeding hearts, Wounded and broken with your highness''grief, Retain a thought of joy or spark of life?
1589	And shall I die, and this unconquered?
1589	And shall I die, and this unconquered?
1589	Are ye not gone, ye villains, with your spoils?
1589	But need[ 35] we not be spied going aboard?
1589	But now, my friends, let me examine ye; How have ye spent your absent time from me?
1589	But where''s this coward villain, not my son, But traitor to my name and majesty?
1589	Can there be such deceit in Christians, Or treason in the fleshly heart of man, Whose shape is figure of the highest God?
1589	Content, my lord: but what shall we play for?
1589	Death, whither art thou gone, that both we live?
1589	Dost thou ask him leave?
1589	Have I not here the articles of peace And solemn covenants we have both confirm''d, He by his Christ, and I by Mahomet?
1589	How canst thou think of this, and offer war?
1589	How far hence lies the galley, say you?
1589	How like you that, sir king?
1589	How now, ye petty kings?
1589	I like that well: but, tell me, my lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word?
1589	I like that well: but, tell me, my lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word?
1589	Is not my life and state as dear to me, The city and my native country''s weal, As any thing of[ 260] price with thy conceit?
1589	Know ye not yet the argument of arms?
1589	Mother, despatch me, or I''ll kill myself; For think you I can live and see him dead?
1589	Nothing but still thy husband and thy son?
1589	Now say, my lords of Buda and Bohemia, What motion is it that inflames your thoughts, And stirs your valours to such sudden arms?
1589	Now, Casane, where''s the Turkish Alcoran, And all the heaps of superstitious books Found in the temples of that Mahomet Whom I have thought a god?
1589	Now, my boys, what think ye of a wound?
1589	Now, ugly Death, stretch out thy sable wings, And carry both our souls where his remains.-- Tell me, sweet boy, art thou content to die?
1589	Or cross the stream, and meet him in the field?
1589	See''st thou not death within my wrathful looks?
1589	Shall sickness prove me now to be a man, That have been term''d the terror of the world?
1589	Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave these arms, And save thy sacred person free from scathe, And dangerous chances of the wrathful war?
1589	Tell me what think you of my sickness now?
1589	Tell me, how fares my fair Zenocrate?
1589	Then feels your majesty no sovereign ease, Nor may our hearts, all drown''d in tears of blood, Joy any hope of your recovery?
1589	Then, for all your valour, you would save your life?
1589	Villain, art thou the son of Tamburlaine, And fear''st to die, or with a[ 121] curtle- axe To hew thy flesh, and make a gaping wound?
1589	Villain, respect''st thou[ 259] more thy slavish life Than honour of thy country or thy name?
1589	Well done, Techelles!--What saith Theridamas?
1589	Well, sir, what of this?
1589	What daring god torments my body thus, And seeks to conquer mighty Tamburlaine?
1589	What faintness should dismay our courages, When we are thus defenc''d against our foe, And have no terror but his threatening looks?
1589	What is it dares distemper Tamburlaine?
1589	What is it?
1589	What require you, my masters?
1589	What saith Maximus?
1589	What shall be done with their wives and children, my lord?
1589	What, fearful coward, straggling from the camp, When kings themselves are present in the field?"]
1589	What, have I slain her?
1589	What, is she dead?
1589	Where are my common soldiers now, that fought So lion- like upon Asphaltis''plains?
1589	Whereabout lies it?
1589	Who have ye there, my lords?
1589	Why gave you not your husband some of it, If you lov''d him, and it so precious?
1589	Why may not I, my lord, as well as he, Be term''d the scourge and terror of[ 39] the world?
1589	Why, madam, think you to mock me thus palpably?
1589	Why, shall I sit and languish in this pain?
1589	You will not go, then?
1589	[ Footnote 104: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 116: cavalieros] See note?, p. 52.
1589	[ Footnote 132: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 140: argins] See note?
1589	[ Footnote 165: Sorians] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 212: behold] Qy"beheld"?]
1589	[ Footnote 227: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 41: sprung] So the 8vo.--The 4to"sprong".--See note?, d.[ p.] 14.
1589	[ Footnote 63: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 81: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Footnote 96: Soria] See note?, p. 44.
1589	[ Note?, from p. 14.
1589	[ note?, from p. 22.
1589	[ note??
1589	[ note??
1589	here, and in the next speech,"Morocus"; but see note?, p. 22.
1589	shall I be made a king for my labour?
1589	shall I be made a king for my labour?"]
1589	shall we parle with the Christian?
1589	what are you doing?
1589	why speak you not?
1589	why, do you[ 137] think me weary of it?
1094	O barbarous?
1094	TAMELY suffer?]
1094	Was not Anubis with his long nose of gold preferred before Neptune, whose STATURE was but brasse?
1094	Where is this Scythian SHEPHERD Tamburlaine?
1094	air?
1094	stoop, STOOP?]
1094	Ah, Menaphon, why stay''st thou thus behind, When other men press[ 12] forward for renown?
1094	Ah, Tamburlaine, wert thou the cause of this, That term''st Zenocrate thy dearest love?
1094	Alas, poor fools, must you be first shall feel The sworn destruction of Damascus?
1094	And how my slave, her mistress, menaceth?
1094	And know, thou Turk, that those which lead my horse Shall lead thee captive thorough Africa; And dar''st thou bluntly call me Tamburlaine?
1094	And pardon me that was not mov''d with ruth To see them live so long in misery!-- Ah, what may chance to thee, Zenocrate?
1094	And treading him beneath thy loathsome feet, Whose feet the kings[ 202] of Africa have kiss''d?
1094	And, which is worse,[ 74] to have his diadem Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?
1094	Are you the witty king of Persia?
1094	Ay, marry,[ 102] am I: have you any suit to me?
1094	Ay: didst thou ever see a fairer?
1094	Base concubine, must thou be plac''d by me That am the empress of the mighty Turk?
1094	Base villain, darest thou give me[ 101] the lie?
1094	Behold my sword; what see you at the point?
1094	But are they rich?
1094	But shall I prove a traitor to my king?
1094	But speak, what power hath he?
1094	But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon, What stature wields he, and what personage?
1094	But will those kings accompany your lord?
1094	But, Menaphon, what means this trumpet''s sound?
1094	Capolin, hast thou survey''d our powers?
1094	Disdainful Turkess, and unreverend boss,[ 177] Call''st thou me concubine, that am betroth''d Unto the great and mighty Tamburlaine?
1094	Disdains Zenocrate to live with me?
1094	Dost thou think that Mahomet will suffer this?
1094	Fled to the Caspian or the Ocean main?
1094	Give him his liquor?
1094	Hath Bajazeth been fed to- day?
1094	He tells you true, my masters; so he does.-- Drums, why sound ye not when Meander speaks?
1094	Hear''st thou, Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk?
1094	Here, Turk; wilt thou have a clean trencher?
1094	How can ye suffer these indignities?
1094	How can you fancy one that looks so fierce, Only dispos''d to martial stratagems?
1094	How like you this, my honourable lords?
1094	How say you, lordings?
1094	I hear them come: shall we encounter them?
1094	I might command you to be slain for this,-- Meander, might I not?
1094	I tell thee, shameless girl, Thou shalt be laundress to my waiting- maid.-- How lik''st thou her, Ebea?
1094	Injurious villains, thieves, runagates, How dare you thus abuse my majesty?
1094	Is it not a kingly resolution?
1094	Is this a place for mighty Bajazeth?
1094	Is this your crown?
1094	Madam Zenocrate, may I presume To know the cause of these unquiet fits That work such trouble to your wonted rest?
1094	My lord, to see my father''s town besieg''d, The country wasted where myself was born, How can it but afflict my very soul?
1094	My lord,[ 224] how can you suffer these Outrageous curses by these slaves of yours?
1094	Now must your jewels be restor''d again, And I, that triumph''d[ 43] so, be overcome?
1094	Now, king of bassoes, who is conqueror?
1094	O gods, is this Tamburlaine the thief?
1094	O, where is duty and allegiance now?
1094	Or look you I should play the orator?
1094	Or you, my lords, to be my followers?
1094	Or, winged snakes of Lerna, cast your stings, And leave your venoms in this tyrant''s dish?
1094	Pray thee, tell why art thou so sad?
1094	Puissant, renowm''d,[ 168] and mighty Tamburlaine, Why stay we thus prolonging of[ 169] their lives?
1094	Renowmed[ 218] Soldan, have you lately heard The overthrow of mighty Bajazeth About the confines of Bithynia?
1094	Sirrah, why fall you not to?
1094	The slavery wherewith he persecutes The noble Turk and his great emperess?
1094	Then shall we fight courageously with them?
1094	Then shall we send to this triumphing king, And bid him battle for his novel crown?
1094	Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane, here are the cates you desire to finger, are they not?
1094	Theridamas, Techelles, and the rest, Who think you now is king of Persia?
1094	Think you I weigh this treasure more than you?
1094	Villain, knowest thou to whom thou speakest?
1094	Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say, That sprung of teeth of dragons venomous?
1094	What better precedent than mighty Jove?
1094	What coward would not fight for such a prize?
1094	What do mine eyes behold?
1094	What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then?
1094	What means the[ 166] mighty Turkish emperor, To talk with one so base as Tamburlaine?
1094	What other heavy news now brings Philemus?
1094	What saith Theridamas?
1094	What say my other friends?
1094	What shall I call thee?
1094	What think''st thou, man, shall come of our attempts?
1094	What thinks your greatness best to be achiev''d In pursuit of the city''s overthrow?
1094	What''s the news?
1094	What, are the turtles fray''d out of their nests?
1094	What, fearful coward, straggling from the camp, When kings themselves are present in the field?
1094	What, have your horsemen shown the virgins Death?
1094	What, then, my lord?
1094	What, think''st thou Tamburlaine esteems thy gold?
1094	Where are your stout contributory kings?
1094	Where is this[ 48] Scythian Tamburlaine?
1094	Whom seek''st thou, Persian?
1094	Whom should I wish the fatal victory, When my poor pleasures are divided thus, And rack''d by duty from my cursed heart?
1094	Why, say, Theridamas, wilt thou be a king?
1094	Why, that''s well said, Techelles: so would I;-- And so would you, my masters, would you not?
1094	Why, then, Casane,[ 111] shall we wish for aught The world affords in greatest novelty, And rest attemptless, faint, and destitute?
1094	Would it not grieve a king to be so abus''d, And have a thousand horsemen ta''en away?
1094	You will not sell it, will you?
1094	[ 236]--How say you to this, Turk?
1094	and in the last line of the speech,"O bloody"?
1094	are you so daintily brought up, you can not eat your own flesh?
1094	brother?
1094	doth not the Turk and his wife make a goodly show at a banquet?
1094	if thou wilt have a song, the Turk shall strain his voice: but why is it?
1094	in love?
1094	in the next line but one,"O treacherous"?
1094	is not this your hope?
1094	what''s the matter?
1094	will she serve?
1094	will you be kings?
811	HOLY synod?]
811	one?]
811	sirs?
811	''Snails, what hast thou got there?
811	( this play):"But wherefore do I dally my revenge?-- Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistophilis?"
811	(''?''
811	Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done?
811	Affords this art no greater miracle?
811	And do you remember nothing of your leg?
811	And do you remember you bid he should not ride him[ 221] into the water?
811	And has the doctor but one leg, then?
811	And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis?
811	And what are you that live with Lucifer?
811	And what are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last?
811	And what art thou, the fifth?
811	And what art thou, the third?
811	Are all celestial bodies but one globe, As is the substance of this centric earth?
811	Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, Whereby whole cities have escap''d the plague, And thousand[ 5] desperate maladies been cur''d?
811	Ay, and body too; and what of that?
811	Ay, so are all things else; but whereabouts?
811	Ay; but, Sir Saucebox, know you in what place?
811	Be both your legs bed- fellows every night together?
811	But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore?
811	But is there not coelum igneum et crystallinum?
811	But may I raise such spirits when I please?
811	But must thou sit, and I stand?
811	But tell me, hath every sphere a dominion or intelligentia?
811	But what is this inscription on mine arm?
811	But where is Bruno, our elected Pope, That on a Fury''s back came post from Rome?
811	But wherefore do I dally my revenge?-- Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistophilis?
811	But wherefore dost thou ask?
811	But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness, Robin, is that a conjuring- book?
811	But, leaving these vain trifles of men''s souls, Tell me what is that Lucifer thy lord?
811	But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul?
811	But, think''st thou heaven is[ 71] such a glorious thing?
811	Choke thyself, glutton!--What art thou, the sixth?
811	Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were for ever made by this Doctor Faustus''book?
811	Come, sirs, what shall we do now[ 203] till mine hostess comes?
811	Contrition, prayer, repentance-- what of[ 46] these?
811	Did he conjure thee too?
811	Did not he charge thee to appear to me?
811	Did not my conjuring speeches[ 33] raise thee?
811	Do not you remember a horse- courser you sold a horse to?
811	First, may it please your sacred Holiness To view the sentence of the reverend synod Concerning Bruno and the Emperor?
811	Groan you, Master Doctor?
811	Ha''[ 225] you forgotten me?
811	Ha, ha, ha!--Dost hear him,[ 220] Dick?
811	Has not the Pope enough of conjuring yet?
811	Hast thou, as erst I did command, Conducted me within the walls of Rome?
811	Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander''s love and Oenon''s death?
811	Homo, fuge: whither should[ 56] I fly?
811	How comes it, then, that he is prince of devils?
811	How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?
811	How many heavens or spheres are there?
811	How prov''st thou that?
811	How should he but in desperate lunacy?
811	I do repent; and yet I do despair: Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
811	I will, sir: but hark you, master; will you teach me this conjuring occupation?
811	I would lift up my hands; but see, they hold''em, they hold''em?
811	Is all our pleasure turn''d to melancholy?
811	Is it[ 53] unwilling I should write this bill?
811	Is not all power on earth bestow''d on us?
811	Is that the reason why he tempts us thus?
811	Is''t not too late?
811	Is, to dispute well, logic''s chiefest end?
811	Knew you not, traitors, I was limited For four- and- twenty years to breathe on earth?
811	Look, sirs, comes he not?
811	Nay, hark you; can you tell me[ 218] where you are?
811	No, Robin: why is''t?
811	Now tell me what saith Lucifer, thy lord?
811	Now tell me who made the world?
811	Now tell me, Faustus, are we not fitted well?
811	Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper?
811	Now, Faustus, what will you do now?
811	Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have me do?
811	Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife?
811	Now, sir, I thinking the horse had had some quality[ 208] that he would not have me know of, what did I but rid[ 209] him into a great river?
811	Now, sirrah, I must tell you that you may ride him o''er hedge and ditch, and spare him not; but, do you hear?
811	O my dear Faustus, what imports this fear?
811	O, are you here?
811	O, help me, gentle friend!--Where is Martino?
811	O, hostess, how do you?
811	O, what art thou that look''st so terribly?
811	O, what may we do to save Faustus?
811	O, what will all thy riches, pleasures, pomps, Avail thee now?
811	Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
811	Out, envious wretch!--But what art thou, the fourth?
811	Say, Wagner,--thou hast perus''d my will,-- How dost thou like it?
811	Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise[ 13] I will?
811	Sirrah Dick, dost thou[ 202] know why I stand so mute?
811	Sirrah, wilt thou be my man, and wait on me, and I will make thee go like Qui mihi discipulus?
811	Sirrah,[ 38] hast thou no comings in?
811	Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed?
811	Speak, are there many spheres above the moon?
811	Speak, wilt thou come and see this sport?
811	Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord?
811	Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever?
811	Tell me, where is the[ 62] place that men call hell?
811	That shall I soon.--What art thou, the[ 80] first?
811	Then you will not tell us?
811	These slender questions Wagner can decide: Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill?
811	Think''st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine That, after this life, there is any pain?
811	Thou art a proud knave, indeed.--What art thou, the second?
811	Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time: But tell me[ 104] now, what resting- place is this?
811	Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any thing?
811	Was not that Lucifer an angel once?
811	Was this fair Helen, whose admired worth Made Greece with ten years''war[ 233] afflict poor Troy?
811	Was this that damned head, whose art[ 185] conspir''d Benvolio''s shame before the Emperor?
811	Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown, Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits Tremble and quake at his commanding charms?
811	What Lollards do attend our holiness, That we receive such[ 133] great indignity?
811	What a devil ail you two?
811	What ails Faustus?
811	What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn''d to die?
811	What boots it, then, to think on God or heaven?
811	What devil attends this damn''d magician, That, spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled?
811	What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What will be, shall be?
811	What is the reason you disturb the Duke?
811	What may we do, that we may hide our shames?
811	What means this show?
811	What might the staying of my blood portend?
811	What needs this question?
811	What of this?
811	What rude disturbers have we at the gate?
811	What shall his[ 187] eyes do?
811	What shall we, then, do, dear Benvolio?
811	What sight is this?
811	What use shall we put his beard to?
811	What will not I do to obtain his soul?
811	What would they have?
811	What''s here?
811	What''s that?
811	What, in verse?
811	What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate For being deprived of the joys of heaven?
811	What, is he asleep or dead?
811	When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, What power can hurt me?
811	Where are you damn''d?
811	Where art thou, Faustus?
811	Where is Benvolio?
811	Where is Justinian?
811	Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?
811	Who buzzeth in mine ears[ 73] I am a spirit?
811	Who knows not the double motion[ 77] of the planets?
811	Who pays for the ale?
811	Who would not be proficient in this art?
811	Who''s this that stands so solemnly by himself?
811	Who, Faustus?
811	Who, I,[ 85] sir?
811	Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
811	Why should I die, then, or basely despair?
811	Why shouldst thou not?
811	Why streams it not, that I may write afresh?
811	Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
811	Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain''d that end?
811	Why, do you hear, sir?
811	Why, dost not thou know, then?
811	Why, dost thou think that Faustus shall be damn''d?
811	Why, have you any pain that torture others?
811	Why, saucy varlets, dare you be so bold?
811	Will not his grace consort the Emperor?
811	Wilt thou stand in thy window, and see it, then?
811	Wouldst thou make a Colossus of me, that thou askest me such questions?
811	You are a couple of fine companions: pray, where''s the cup you stole from the tavern?
811	You are deceived, for I will tell you: yet, if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question; for is he not corpus naturale?
811	You know Doctor Faustus?
811	[ 251] What, weep''st thou?
811	and is not that mobile?
811	and now, sirs, having divided him, what shall the body do?
811	comes he not?
811	did I not tell you, To- morrow we would sit i''the consistory, And there determine of his punishment?
811	did not I[ 224] pull off one of your legs when you were asleep?
811	had the doctor three legs?
811	is not thy soul thine own?
811	shall I be haunted still?
811	shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use?
811	then wherefore should you ask me such a question?
811	what dost thou mean by that?
811	what lack you?
811	what news with thee?
811	what shall I do?
811	what strange beast is yon, that thrusts his head out at window?
811	where be these whores?
811	where''s thy master?
811	who snatch''d the meat from me?
811	why, will he not drink of all waters?
811	will it please you to[ 144] take a shoulder of mutton to supper, and a tester[ 145] in your purse, and go back again?
811	will you serve me now?
811	wretch, what hast thou done?
20288	A brother?
20288	And is this true, to call him home again?
20288	And so shalt thou be too.--Why stays he here?
20288	And will Sir John of Hainault lead the round?
20288	Art thou so resolute as thou wast?
20288	But can my air of life continue long, When all my senses are annoy''d with stench?
20288	But hath thy portion wrought so happily?
20288	But hath your grace got shipping unto France?
20288	But is that wicked Gaveston return''d?
20288	But tell me, Mortimer, what''s thy device Against the stately triumph we decreed?
20288	But tell me, must I now resign my crown, To make usurping Mortimer a king?
20288	But what are kings, when regiment is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
20288	But what''s the help?
20288	But where''s the king and the other Spenser fled?
20288	Can this be true,''twas good to banish him?
20288	Can you in words make show of amity, And in your shields display your rancorous minds?
20288	Cause yet more bloodshed?
20288	Comes Leicester, then, in Isabella''s name, To take my life, my company from me?
20288	Commend me to my son, and bid him rule Better than I: yet how have I transgress''d, Unless it be with too much clemency?
20288	Diablo,_ what passions call you these?
20288	Do what they can, we''ll live in Tynmouth here; And, so I walk with him about the walls, What care I though the earls begirt us round?
20288	Edw._ A litter hast thou?
20288	Edw._ Ah, traitors, have they put my friend to death?
20288	Edw._ Ah, villains, hath that Mortimer escap''d?
20288	Edw._ And what is yours, my Lord of Lancaster?
20288	Edw._ And who must keep me now?
20288	Edw._ And, tell me, would the rebels deny me that?
20288	Edw._ Art thou an enemy to my Gaveston?
20288	Edw._ But wherefore walks young Mortimer aside?
20288	Edw._ Friends, whither must unhappy Edward go?
20288	Edw._ How mean you, and the king my father lives?
20288	Edw._ If it be so, what will not Edward do?
20288	Edw._ If, dost thou say?
20288	Edw._ In heaven we may, in earth ne''er shall we meet:-- And, Leicester, say, what shall become of us?
20288	Edw._ Madam, what news?
20288	Edw._ O, tell me, Spenser, where is Gaveston?
20288	Edw._ Shall I not see the king my father yet?
20288	Edw._ Shall I still be haunted thus?
20288	Edw._ Spenser, ah, sweet Spenser, thus, then, must we part?
20288	Edw._ Still will these earls and barons use me thus?
20288	Edw._ Tell me, good uncle, what Edward do you mean?
20288	Edw._ Tell me, where wast thou born?
20288	Edw._ That you have parled with your Mortimer?
20288	Edw._ Thy father, Spenser?
20288	Edw._ Weep''st thou already?
20288	Edw._ Welcome, old man: com''st thou in Edward''s aid?
20288	Edw._ Well, Mortimer, I''ll make thee rue these words: Beseems it thee to contradict thy king?
20288	Edw._ Well, and how fortunes[ it] that he came not?
20288	Edw._ What mean''st thou to dissemble with me thus?
20288	Edw._ What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone?
20288	Edw._ What, are you mov''d that Gaveston sits here?
20288	Edw._ What, rebels, do you shrink and sound retreat?
20288	Edw._ What, was I born to fly and run away, And leave the Mortimers conquerors behind?
20288	Edw._ Whither goes my Lord of Coventry so fast?
20288	Edw._ Whither will you bear him?
20288	Edw._ Who''s there?
20288	Edw._ Who''s there?
20288	Edw._ Why do we sound retreat?
20288	Edw._ Why, is he dead?
20288	Edw._ Why, man, they say there is great execution Done through the realm.--My Lord of Arundel, You have the note, have you not?
20288	Edw._ Will none of you salute my Gaveston?
20288	Fear''st thou thy person?
20288	Frown''st thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster?
20288	Inhuman creatures, nurs''d with tiger''s milk, Why gape you for your sovereign''s overthrow?
20288	Is this the fruit your reconcilement bears?
20288	Is this the love you bear your sovereign?
20288	Is''t you, my lord?
20288	Isab._ Baldock is with the king: A goodly chancellor, is he not, my lord?
20288	Isab._ But will you love me, if you find it so?
20288	Isab._ But, Mortimer, as long as he survives, What safety rests for us or for my son?
20288	Isab._ How fares my lord the king?
20288	Isab._ No farewell to poor Isabel thy queen?
20288	Isab._ On whom but on my husband should I fawn?
20288	Isab._ Shall I not mourn for my beloved lord?
20288	Isab._ What would you with the king?
20288	Isab._ Wherein, my lord, have I deserv''d these words?
20288	Isab._ Whither goes my lord?
20288	Isab._ Whither goes this letter?
20288	Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
20288	Mine enemies will I plague, my friends advance; And what I list command who dare control?
20288	Mor._ And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?
20288	Mor._ And you will ransom him, or else--_ Kent._ What, Mortimer, you will not threaten him?
20288	Mor._ But hath your grace no other proof than this?
20288	Mor._ But how if he do not, nephew?
20288	Mor._ But, madam, would you have us call him home?
20288	Mor._ Cease to lament, and tell us where''s the king?
20288	Mor._ Did you attempt his rescue, Edmund?
20288	Mor._ Do you not wish that Gaveston were dead?
20288	Mor._ Doth no man take exceptions at the slave?
20288	Mor._ Gurney,--_ Gur._ My lord?
20288	Mor._ How comes it that the king and he is parted?
20288	Mor._ How fares my honourable Lord of Kent?
20288	Mor._ How say you, my Lord of Warwick?
20288	Mor._ If in his absence thus he favours him, What will he do whenas he shall be present?
20288	Mor._ Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment?
20288	Mor._ Is it not strange that he is thus bewitch''d?
20288	Mor._ Is''t done, Matrevis, and the murderer dead?
20288	Mor._ It is my hand; what gather you by this?
20288	Mor._ Madam, how fares your grace?
20288	Mor._ Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast?
20288	Mor._ May we not?
20288	Mor._ My Lord of Kent, what needs these questions?
20288	Mor._ Speak, shall he presently be despatch''d and die?
20288	Mor._ Then will you join with us, that be his peers, To banish or behead that Gaveston?
20288	Mor._ Then, Edward, thou wilt fight it to the last, And rather bathe thy sword in subjects''blood Than banish that pernicious company?
20288	Mor._ What if he have?
20288	Mor._ What man of noble birth can brook this sight?
20288	Mor._ What murderer?
20288	Mor._ What traitor have we there with blades and bills?
20288	Mor._ What''s that?
20288	Mor._ What, Mortimer, can ragged stony walls Immure thy virtue that aspires to heaven?
20288	Mor._ What, would you have me plead for Gaveston?
20288	Mor._ When wert thou in the field with banner spread, But once?
20288	Mor._ Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent?
20288	Mor._ Whither else but to the king?
20288	Mor._ Who loves thee, but a sort of flatterers?
20288	Mor._ Who''s this?
20288	Mor._ Why post we not from hence to levy men?
20288	Mor._ Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
20288	Mor._ Why, youngling,''sdain''st thou so of Mortimer?
20288	Mor._''Tis for your highness''good and for the realm''s.-- How often shall I bid you bear him hence?
20288	Must I be vexed like the nightly bird, Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls?
20288	Must you, my lord?
20288	Now, sirs, the news from France?
20288	O my stars, Why do you lour unkindly on a king?
20288	O, must this day be period of my life, Centre of all my bliss?
20288	O, wherefore sitt''st thou here?
20288	Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence?
20288	Proud traitor, Mortimer, why dost thou chase Thy lawful king, thy sovereign, with thy sword?
20288	Receive it?
20288	Spen._ A noble attempt and honourable deed, Is it not, trow ye, to assemble aid And levy arms against your lawful king?
20288	Spen._ Ah, traitors, will they still display their pride?
20288	Spen._ O, is he gone?
20288	Spen._ What news, my lord?
20288	Stand not on titles, but obey th''arrest:''Tis in the name of Isabel the queen.-- My lord, why droop you thus?
20288	Tell me, Arundel, died he ere thou cam''st, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death?
20288	They stay your answer: will you yield your crown?
20288	Third._ And shall my uncle Edmund ride with us?
20288	Third._ What hath he done?
20288	Third._ What safety may I look for at his hands, If that my uncle shall be murder''d thus?
20288	Third._ What, suffer you the traitor to delay?
20288	This letter came from my sweet Gaveston: What need''st thou, love, thus to excuse thyself?
20288	Unhappy Isabel, when France rejects, Whither, O, whither dost thou bend thy steps?
20288	Vile wretch, and why hast thou, of all unkind, Borne arms against thy brother and thy king?
20288	Was ever king thus over- rul''d as I?
20288	What call you this but private libelling Against the Earl of Cornwall and my brother?
20288	What need the arctic people love star- light, To whom the sun shines both by day and night?
20288	What noise is this?
20288	What now remains?
20288	What shall we do?
20288	What, are you mov''d?
20288	When will his heart be satisfied with blood?
20288	When will the fury of his mind assuage?
20288	Who is the man dares say I murder''d him?
20288	Who should defray the money but the king, Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars?
20288	Why not?
20288	Why should a king be subject to a priest?
20288	Why shouldst thou kneel?
20288	Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest?
20288	Will your lordships away?
20288	With him is Edmund gone associate?
20288	Yet, shall the crowning of these cockerels Affright a lion?
20288	[_ Aside.__ Lan._ My lord, why do you thus incense your peers, That naturally would love and honour you, But for that base and obscure Gaveston?
20288	[_ Aside.__ Sir J._ Madam, what resteth?
20288	[_ Exit Attendant.__ Lan._ My lord, will you take arms against the king?
20288	[_ Gives letter.__ Gur._ What''s there?
20288	_ Arun._ My Lord of Lancaster, what say you in this?
20288	_ Bald._ Spenser, Seeing that our lord the Earl of Glocester''s dead, Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve?
20288	_ Bald._ What, mean you, then, to be his follower?
20288	_ Berk._ And thinks your grace that Berkeley will be cruel?
20288	_ First Lord._ Why speak you not unto my lord the king?
20288	_ First Sold._ Wherefore stay we?
20288	_ Gav._ But I have no horse.--What art thou?
20288	_ Gav._ How mean''st thou, Mortimer?
20288	_ Gav._ Is all my hope turn''d to this hell of grief?
20288	_ Gav._ Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king?
20288	_ Gav._ Unhappy Gaveston, whither go''st thou now?
20288	_ Gav._ Weaponless must I fall, and die in bands?
20288	_ Gav._ What canst thou do?
20288	_ Gav._ What should a priest do with so fair a house?
20288	_ Gav._ Why do you not commit him to the Tower?
20288	_ Gav._ Why, my Lord of Warwick, Will now these short delays beget my hopes?
20288	_ Guard._ Whither will your lordships?
20288	_ Gur._ Need you anything besides?
20288	_ Gur._ That''s all?
20288	_ Kent._ Art thou king?
20288	_ Kent._ Base villains, wherefore do you gripe me thus?
20288	_ Kent._ Brother, do you hear them?
20288	_ Kent._ In health, sweet Mortimer.--How fares your grace?
20288	_ Kent._ Is this the duty that you owe your king?
20288	_ Kent._ Madam, without offence if I may ask How will you deal with Edward in his fall?
20288	_ Kent._ Not I, my lord: who should protect the son, But she that gave him life?
20288	_ Kent._ Where is the court but here?
20288	_ Lan._ Ay, but how chance this was not done before?
20288	_ Lan._ My lord?
20288	_ Lan._ What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors?
20288	_ Lan._ What, will they tyrannise upon the church?
20288	_ Leices._ My lord, why waste you thus the time away?
20288	_ Light._ Know you this token?
20288	_ Light._ No?
20288	_ Light._ Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?
20288	_ Light._ To murder you, my most gracious lord?
20288	_ Light._ What else, my lord?
20288	_ Light._ What else?
20288	_ Light._ What means your highness to mistrust me thus?
20288	_ Mat._ But stay; who''s this?
20288	_ Mat._ Why strive you thus?
20288	_ Mess._ From Killingworth, my lord?
20288	_ Mow._ Your lordship I trust will remember me?
20288	_ Pem._ And you, Lord Mortimer?
20288	_ Pem._ But what''s the reason you should leave him now?
20288	_ Pem._ Can kingly lions fawn on creeping ants?
20288	_ Sir J._ Madam, what cheer?
20288	_ Trus._ My, lord, the parliament must have present news; And therefore say, will you resign or no?
20288	_ War._ But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be?
20288	_ War._ No?
20288	_ War._ Pembroke, what wilt thou do?
20288	_ War._ Think you that we can brook this upstart[''s] pride?
20288	_ War._ When, can you tell?
20288	and do I[ still] remain alive?
20288	apart.__ Lan._ My lords, albeit the queen win Mortimer, Will you be resolute and hold with me?
20288	brav''st thou nobles thus?
20288	from whence come these?
20288	from whence?
20288	from whence?
20288	go to my treasury: Wouldst thou be lov''d and fear''d?
20288	have you proclaim''d, my lord, Reward for them can bring in Mortimer?
20288	here is the king And I will visit him: why stay you me?
20288	how fare all our friends?
20288	is Gaveston arriv''d?
20288	is it not enough That we have taken him, but must we now Leave him on"Had I wist,"and let him go?
20288	is noble Edward gone?
20288	is''t him you seek?
20288	is''t you?
20288	know''st thou not who I am?
20288	must I die at thy command?
20288	of Ca nt._ Are you content to banish him the realm?
20288	of Ca nt._ What else, my lords?
20288	of Ca nt._ What need I?
20288	of Ca nt._ Why are you not mov''d?
20288	of Win._ Who''s there?
20288	pity you me?
20288	thou shalt have a guard: Wantest thou gold?
20288	to my lord the king?
20288	what are these?
20288	what else?
20288	what is thine arms?
20288	what light is that?
20288	what means your grace?
20288	what news brings he?
20288	what news with thee?
20288	what news?
20288	what, will you murder me, Of choke your sovereign with puddle- water?
20288	where is my crown?
20288	where''s the traitor?
20288	wherefore com''st thou?
20288	wherefore talk''st thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth?
20288	who comes there?
20288	who have we here?
20288	who talks of Mortimer?
20288	who walketh there?
20288	who''s there?
20288	why droops the Earl of Lancaster?
20288	why stand you in a muse?
20288	will you go with your friends, And shake off all our fortunes equally?
901	''em?]
901	I E''ER should part?]
901	a lecture TO YOU here?]
901	had BUT?]
901	redress?]
901	was BUT?]
901	you know, SIR,?]
901	''Tis poison''d, is it not?
901	''Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas, Canst thou, as thou report''st, make Malta ours?
901	--"Query''sluice''?
901	--Did not you, sir, bring the sweet youth a letter?
901	A nasty[ 177] slave he is.--Whither now, fiddler?
901	A very feeling one: have not the nuns fine sport with the friars now and then?
901	Am I Ithamore?
901	An hundred crowns?
901	An if she be so fair as you report,''Twere time well spent to go and visit her: How say you?
901	And didst thou deliver my letter?
901	And is''t not possible to find it out?
901	And saw''st thou not Mine argosy at Alexandria?
901	And was my father furtherer of their deaths?
901	And what said he?
901	And what thinkest thou?
901	And what''s our aid against so great a prince?
901	And what''s the price?
901	And where didst meet him?
901	And why thou cam''st ashore without our leave?
901	And will you basely thus submit yourselves To leave your goods to their arbitrement?
901	And, all unknown and unconstrain''d of me, Art thou again got to the nunnery?
901	Are all the cranes and pulleys sure?
901	Are strangers with your tribute to be tax''d?
901	Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard were sold For tribute- money?
901	Ay, but, Ithamore, seest thou this?
901	Barabas, is not that the widow''s son?
901	Both held in hand,[ 100] and flatly both beguil''d?
901	Bueno para todos mi ganado no era:[ 57] As good go on, as sit so sadly thus.-- But stay: what star shines yonder in the east?
901	But art thou master in a ship of mine, And is thy credit not enough for that?
901	But came it freely?
901	But now how stands the wind?
901	But say, what was she?
901	But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time?
901	But ten?
901	But wherefore talk''d Don Lodowick with you?
901	But whither am I bound?
901	But whither wends my beauteous Abigail?
901	But, Barabas, who shall be your godfathers?
901	Canst thou be so unkind to leave me thus?
901	Christians, what or how can I multiply?
901	Come, shall we go?
901	Come, then; here''s the market- place.-- What''s the price of this slave?
901	Didst break prison?
901	Do you not sorrow for your daughter''s death?
901	Does she receive them?
901	Dost not know a Jew, one Barabas?
901	Doth she not with her smiling answer you?
901	Faith, master, I think by this You purchase both their lives: is it not so?
901	Father, whate''er it be, to injure them That have so manifestly wronged us, What will not Abigail attempt?
901	Father, why have you thus incens''d them both?
901	Ferneze, speak; had it not been much better To kept[ 187] thy promise than be thus surpris''d?
901	Fond[ 27] men, what dream you of their multitudes?
901	For what, you men of Malta?
901	Give me the letters.--Daughter, do you hear?
901	Go one and call those Jews of Malta hither: Were they not summon''d to appear to- day?
901	Go tell''em the Jew of Malta sent thee, man: Tush, who amongst''em knows not Barabas?
901	Governor, why stand you all so pitiless?
901	Hast thou no trade?
901	Hast thou''t?
901	Have strangers leave with us to get their wealth?
901	Have you determin''d what to say to them?
901	Here''s a leaner; how like you him?
901	How can it, if we two be secret?
901	How chance you came not with those other ships That sail''d by Egypt?
901	How shews it by night?
901	How so?
901	How stand the cords?
901	How, master?
901	I carried it, I confess; but who writ it?
901	I never heard of any man but he Malign''d the order of the Jacobins: But do you think that I believe his words?
901	I pray, mistress, will you answer me to one question?
901	Into what corner peers my halcyon''s bill?
901	Is it square or pointed?
901	Is she so fair?
901	Is theft the ground of your religion?
901	Is''t not a sweet- faced youth, Pilia?
901	It may be so.--But who comes here?
901	Ithamore, tell me, is the friar asleep?
901	Know you not of Mathia[s''] and Don Lodowick[''s] disaster?
901	Let me see, sirrah; are you not an old shaver?
901	Many will talk of title to a crown: What right had Caesar to the empery?
901	Might he not as well come as send?
901	Musician, hast been in Malta long?
901	My gold, my gold, and all my wealth is gone!-- You partial heavens, have I deserv''d this plague?
901	My lord?
901	No: what was it?
901	No;''tis an order which the friars use: Yet, if he knew our meanings, could he scape?
901	Not a wise word; only gave me a nod, as who should say,"Is it even so?"
901	Now tell me, Ithamore, how lik''st thou this?
901	Now tell me, worldlings, underneath the sun[ 203] If greater falsehood ever has been done?
901	Now vail[ 186] your pride, you captive Christians, And kneel for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where''s the hope you had of haughty Spain?
901	Now, bassoes,[ 33] what demand you at our hands?
901	Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound?
901	Now, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap.-- Where are my maids?
901	Now, governor, the sum?
901	Now, officers, have you done?
901	Now, sirrah; what, will he come?
901	O silly brethren, born to see this day, Why stand you thus unmov''d with my laments?
901	O wretched Abigail, what hast thou[ 89] done?
901	O, Barabas, well met; Where is the diamond you told me of?
901	O, is''t the custom?
901	O, what has made my lovely daughter sad?
901	Or who is honour''d now but for his wealth?
901	Pilia- Borza, didst thou meet with Ithamore?
901	Pounds say''st thou, governor?
901	Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house?
901	Rat''st thou this Moor but at two hundred plates?
901	Rather than thus to live as Turkish thralls, What will we not adventure?
901	Say''st thou me so?
901	Say, knave, why rail''st upon my father thus?
901	Say, will not this be brave?
901	Shall I have these crowns?
901	Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love?
901	Sham''st thou not thus to justify thyself, As if we knew not thy profession?
901	Should I in pity of thy plaints or thee, Accursed Barabas, base Jew, relent?
901	So, now the fear is past, and I am safe; For he that shriv''d her is within my house: What, if I murder''d him ere Jacomo comes?
901	So, then, there''s somewhat come.-- Sirrah, which of my ships art thou master of?
901	So: say how was their end?
901	Speak, shall I have''em, sir?
901	Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew?
901	Tell me, hast thou thy health well?
901	Tell me, how cam''st thou by this?
901	Tell me, you Christians, what doth this portend?
901	That''s brave, master: but think you it will not be known?
901	The man that dealeth righteously shall live; And which of you can charge me otherwise?
901	The more villain he to keep me thus: here''s goodly''parel, is there not?
901	The ships are safe thou say''st, and richly fraught?
901	Then thus: thou told''st me they have turn''d my house Into a nunnery, and some nuns are there?
901	This Moor is comeliest, is he not?
901	This is thy diamond; tell me, shall I have it?
901	True, I have money; what though I have?
901	Very mush: monsieur, you no be his man?
901	WHEN Siracusian Dionisius reign''d; I wonder how it could be conquer''d thus?"]
901	Was ever Jew tormented as I am?
901	Was my Mathias murder''d by the Jew?
901	Was this the banquet he prepar''d for us?
901	Was this the pursuit of thy policy, To make me shew them favour severally, That by my favour they should both be slain?
901	Welcome, great basso:[ 117] how fares Calymath?
901	Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond?
901	Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with us?
901	Well, father, say I be entertain''d, What then shall follow?
901	Well, sirrah, what is''t?
901	Well, then, my lord, say, are you satisfied?
901	What Vice?
901	What accident''s betided to the Jews?
901	What art thou, daughter?
901	What greater gift can poor Mathias have?
901	What greater misery could heaven inflict?
901	What is the sum that Calymath requires?
901	What mak''st thou''mongst these hateful Christians?
901	What make the Jew and Lodowick so private?
901	What need they treat of peace that are in league?
901	What needs all this?
901	What say''st thou now?
901	What shall we do with this base villain, then?
901	What should I say?
901	What sparkle does it give without a foil?
901	What tell you me of Job?
901	What then?
901	What time o''night is''t now, sweet Ithamore?
901	What was''t, I prithee?
901	What will you give him that procureth this?
901	What wilt thou do among these hateful fiends?
901	What wilt thou give me, governor, to procure A dissolution of the slavish bands Wherein the Turk hath yok''d your land and you?
901	What wind drives you thus into Malta- road?
901	What wouldst thou do, if he should send thee none?
901	What''s Cyprus, Candy, and those other isles To us or Malta?
901	What''s that to thee?
901	What, Barabas, whose goods were lately seiz''d?
901	What, bring you Scripture to confirm your wrongs?
901	What, can he steal, that you demand so much?
901	What, dares the villain write in such base terms?
901	What, dares the villain write in such base terms?
901	What, do you mean to strangle me?
901	What, has he crucified a child?
901	What, hast the philosopher''s stone?
901	What, hast thou brought The ladle with thee too?
901	What, is he gone unto my mother?
901	What, shall I be betroth''d to Lodowick?
901	What, will you have[ 140] my life?
901	What, will you thus oppose me, luckless stars, To make me desperate in my poverty?
901	When duck you?
901	When is the time?
901	When saw''st thou Abigail?
901	When shall you see a Jew commit the like?
901	Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road?
901	Where is the Jew?
901	Where is the friar that convers''d with me?
901	Where wast thou born?
901	Where, father?
901	Wherein?
901	Wherein?
901	Wherein?")]
901	Whither goes Don Mathias?
901	Whither so soon?
901	Whither walk''st thou, Barabas?
901	Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore?
901	Whither, but to my fair love Abigail?
901	Who carried that challenge?
901	Who hateth me but for my happiness?
901	Who is it?
901	Who is this?
901	Who made them enemies?
901	Who taught thee this?
901	Who would not think but that this friar liv''d?
901	Who''s that?
901	Who''s this?
901	Who, I, master?
901	Whom have we there?
901	Why did you yield to their extortion?
901	Why does he go to thy house?
901	Why does he go to thy house?
901	Why flock you thus to me in multitudes?
901	Why on the sudden is your colour chang''d?
901	Why pine not I, and die in this distress?
901	Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moor?
901	Why so?
901	Why weep you not to think upon my wrongs?
901	Why, Barabas, wilt thou be christened?
901	Why, heard''st thou not the trumpet sound a charge?
901	Why, is not this A kingly kind of trade, to purchase towns By treachery, and sell''em by deceit?
901	Why, know you not?
901	Why, know you what you did by this device?
901	Why, loves she Don Mathias?
901	Why, master, will you poison her with a mess of rice- porridge?
901	Why, sir, You know I have no child, and unto whom Should I leave all, but unto Ithamore?
901	Why, want''st thou any of thy tale?
901	Why, was there ever seen such villany, So neatly plotted, and so well perform''d?
901	Why, what ail''st thou?
901	Why, what has he done?
901	Why, what of them?
901	Will Barabas be good to Christians?
901	Will Barabas recover Malta''s loss?
901	Will knights of Malta be in league with Turks, And buy it basely too for sums of gold?
901	Will you, then, steal my goods?
901	Will''t please thee, mighty Selim Calymath, To ascend our homely stairs?
901	Wilt drink, Frenchman?
901	Wilt thou not speak?
901	With whom?
901	Yes, what of that?
901	Yes; what of them?
901	You knew Mathias and Don Lodowick?
901	You loiter, master; wherefore stay we thus?
901	You two alone?
901	You will not help me, then?
901	[ 136] But are not both these wise men, to suppose That I will leave my house, my goods, and all, To fast and be well whipt?
901	[ 58] The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.-- Who''s there?
901	[ Aside].--What shall I do with it?
901	[ Footnote 141: What time o''night is''t now, sweet Ithamore?
901	[ Footnote 21: Into what corner peers my halcyon''s bill?
901	[ throws down bags] Hast thou''t?
901	a Christian!--Hum,--what''s here to do?
901	a spy?
901	and do you hear?
901	are there not Jews enow in Malta, But thou must dote upon a Christian?
901	as a nun?
901	col.),"Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house?"]
901	did the cow give down her milk freely?
901	do the Turks weigh so much?
901	dost call me rogue?
901	equally?
901	fast?
901	hast thou the gold[?]
901	he flouts me: what gentry can be in a poor Turk of tenpence?
901	how hang these hinges?
901	how?
901	in a dump?
901	is not this Barnardine?
901	is this your question?
901	master, will you turn Christian, when holy friars turn devils and murder one another?
901	provide a cunning[ 154] banquet; Send to the merchant, bid him bring me silks; Shall Ithamore, my love, go in such rags?
901	shall we?
901	then, pray you, tell me, Is''t not too late now to turn Christian?
901	thou think''st I see thee not; Away, I''d wish thee, and let me go by: No, wilt thou not?
901	to the east?
901	was ever pot of rice- porridge so sauced?
901	what at our hands demand ye?
901	what hast thou done?
901	what light through yonder window breaks?
901	what mean you, lords?
901	what means this?
901	what pretendeth[ 106] this?
901	what, hast thou lost thy father?
901	what, is the base- born peasant mad?
901	where is that murderer?
901	who should confess?
901	why laugh''st thou so?
901	will he come?