...children's nurse (who also is strangled later) and to her own executioners : — 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, — Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me. Yet stay, heaven...

...is taken from her, her last words to whom are, I pray thee look them givest my little boy Some syrop for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. We now go on to give some miscellaneous extracts, regretting that we cannot give more room to Webster,...

...Duch. To whom ? to our next neighbours ? 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 prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please : What death ? Bos. Strangling ; here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive...

...Duch. To whom ? to our next neighbours ? 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 prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please : What death ? Bos. Strangling ; here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive...

...They are mad folks. Bosola. Remove that noise. Duch. Farewell, Cariola. . . . 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...

...They are mad folks. Bosoia. Remove that noise. Ditch. Farewell, Cariola. . . . 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...

...They are mad folks. Bosola. Remove that noise. Duch. Farewell, Cariola. . . . 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...

...sirrop for his cold, and let the girle 210 [Cariola is forced of.^. Say her prayers ere she sleepe. Now, what you please: What death ? Bos. Strangling...are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them : The apoplexie, cathar, or cough o'th' loongs, Would do as much as they do. 215 Bos. Doth not death fright...

...fed upon me; Thine will be a poor reversion. Can'. I will die with her. Duch. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and...I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o' th' lungs, Would do as much as they do. Bos. Doth not death fright you? Duch. Who would be afraid on...

...fed upon me; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cari. I will die with her. Duch. I pray thee, look thou fane Greek, to raise the building up Of Helen's house against the Ismaélite, King of Thogarm (Carióla is forced out by the Executioners.) Now what you please: What death? Bos. Strangling; here...