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His father loued him well , 4 but his stepmother neue [ r ] a deale , - I tell you as I thinke , - 16 All things shee thought lost , by the roode , which to the boy did anye good , 5 as either meate or drinke ; The boy fares ill .
His father loued him well , 4 but his stepmother neue [ r ] a deale , - I tell you as I thinke , - 16 All things shee thought lost , by the roode , which to the boy did anye good , 5 as either meate or drinke ; The boy fares ill .
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76 The old man easie was to please , he eate7 & made himselfe att ease , saying , " sonne , god amercye 8 ! 9 then bids the boy choose three presents . 1 > Sonne , ” he sayd , “ thou hast giuen meate to me , 80 & I will giue 3 things to ...
76 The old man easie was to please , he eate7 & made himselfe att ease , saying , " sonne , god amercye 8 ! 9 then bids the boy choose three presents . 1 > Sonne , ” he sayd , “ thou hast giuen meate to me , 80 & I will giue 3 things to ...
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“ Now tell me what the 3 ! shalbee ; 104 for 3 things I will giue to thee as I haue sayd before . ” The boy then smiling , answere made , “ I haue enough for my pore trade , 108 I will desire noe more . ” The old man bids him choose his ...
“ Now tell me what the 3 ! shalbee ; 104 for 3 things I will giue to thee as I haue sayd before . ” The boy then smiling , answere made , “ I haue enough for my pore trade , 108 I will desire noe more . ” The old man bids him choose his ...
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God , that blest 7 of all things , may keepe & thee save both night & day ! " “ gramercy , sonne ! ” sayd hee . 132 At nightfall Jack pipes his cattle home , When it grew neere vponto the night , Iacke , well prepared , " hied home full ...
God , that blest 7 of all things , may keepe & thee save both night & day ! " “ gramercy , sonne ! ” sayd hee . 132 At nightfall Jack pipes his cattle home , When it grew neere vponto the night , Iacke , well prepared , " hied home full ...
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“ Come , will you seemy arrow flye 224 & hitt yon small bird in 3 the eye , & other things withall ? Sir fryer , tho I 4 haue litle witt , yett yonder bird I meane to hitt , 228 & giue her you I shall . ” Shoots it .
“ Come , will you seemy arrow flye 224 & hitt yon small bird in 3 the eye , & other things withall ? Sir fryer , tho I 4 haue litle witt , yett yonder bird I meane to hitt , 228 & giue her you I shall . ” Shoots it .
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Page 39 - After him succeeded, by the general council, one Cock Lorrell, the most notorious knave that ever lived.' . . By trade he was a tinker, often carrying a pan and hammer for shew ; but when he came to a good booty, he would cast his profession into a ditch, and play the padder.
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