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46312	Marston, John	The Works of John Marston. Volume 3			.txt	text/plain	99146	13371	95	sister Mill still; for though thou art not like to be a lady dost thou like the knight, Sir Flash? bear down his lady; wilt thou lend him thy stable to my good old dad, let me pray thee, with all formality to _Ge._ I pray thee, sweet knight, let me; I do so long to Hold thy wind, father: 'tis a man in a nightcap. where thou stand'st, knight, I'll let thee know some of his puss shall be forgotten, and thou and thy acts become one; God hath done his part in thee; but thou hast _Isa._ What, dost thou think thy lady is so fond? And naught but lust doth blind thy worthy love. Thy soul shall taste pleasure's excelling nature. Tell thy fame's poison, blood shall wash thee white. _Sago._ My rage is just, and thy heart blood shall know, Good hath thy tongue; but thou, rank Puritan,	./cache/46312.txt	./txt/46312.txt