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46791	Dodsley, Robert	A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12			.txt	text/plain	151936	20089	98	Thou mak'st me more in love with my bless'd life. Thou may'st be sure she loves thee truly now, 'Tis thy own fault, boy, if thou hast her not. Thy love I now shall seek. Nay, good sir, let not me be so employ'd, As many good angels guard thee, as thou hast given me And that shall disinherit thee, if thy father 'Tis good ware, believe me, sir: I know that by mine own In good time: and what trade was your father, sir? Ere thou forsake thy love. Thou'lt be as good unto me as thy word? Thou dost not know how I do love thee. Thus I come in peace to thy soul, good son. You shall do well: come, let us to the king. Or air can change thy mind; the love thou bear'st Sir, as you hope your love shall ever prosper, All, all shall know our love.	./cache/46791.txt	./txt/46791.txt