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- Thomas Middleton
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- SECOND SERVANT
- ALSEMERO
- SECOND SERVANT
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- JASPERINO
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- JASPERINO
- JASPERINO
- DIAPHANTA
- JASPERINO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- ALSEMERO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- VERMANDERO
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- ALSEMERO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- PEDRO
- ALIBIUS
- PEDRO
- LOLLIO
- PEDRO
- LOLLIO
- PEDRO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- PEDRO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- PEDRO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- PEDRO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- [FIRST MADMAN]
- [THIRD MADMAN]
- LOLLIO
- [FIRST MADMAN]
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- ALONZO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- ALONZO
- VERMANDERO
- ALONZO
- VERMANDERO
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- ALONZO
- TOMAZO
- DIAPHANTA
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- ALONZO
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- ALONZO
- DEFLORES
- ALONZO
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- ALONZO
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- FRANCISCUS
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- ISABELLA
- ALIBIUS
- VERMANDERO
- ALSEMERO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- DIAPHANTA
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- VERMANDERO
- TOMAZO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- TOMAZO
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- ALSEMERO
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ISABELLA
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- ANTONIO
- ISABELLA
- ISABELLA
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- ANTONIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- LOLLIO
- FRANCISCUS
- ALIBIUS
- LOLLIO
- ALIBIUS
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- BEATRICE
- DIAPHANTA
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- DEFLORES
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- VERMANDERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- DEFLORES
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- TOMAZO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- VERMANDERO
- TOMAZO
- VERMANDERO
- ALIBIUS
- ALIBIUS
- VERMANDERO
- TOMAZO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- JASPERINO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- DEFLORES
- DEFLORES
- ALSEMERO
- ALSEMERO
- DEFLORES
- ALSEMERO
- DEFLORES
- ALSEMERO
- BEATRICE
- DEFLORES
- ALSEMERO
The Changeling Thomas Middleton Dramatis Personae VERMANDERO, father to Beatrice TOMAZO de Piracquo, a noble lord ALONZO de Piracquo, his brother, suitor to Beatrice ALSEMERO, a nobleman, afterwards married to Beatrice JASPERINO, his friend ALIBIUS, a jealous doctor LOLLIO, his man PEDRO, friend to Antonio ANTONIO, the changeling FRANCISCUS, the co...
'Twas in the temple where I first beheld her, And now again the same; what omen yet Follows of that? None but imaginary. Why should my hopes or fate be timorous? The place is holy, so is my intent: I love her beauties to the holy purpose, And that methinks admits comparison With man's first creation, the place blest, And is his right home back, if ...
O sir, are you here? Come, the wind's fair with you; Y'are like to have a swift and pleasant passage.
Sure y'are deceived, friend; 'tis contrary In my best judgment.
What, for Malta? If you could buy a gale amongst the witches, They could not serve you such a lucky pennyworth As comes a' God's name.
Even now I observ'd The temple's vane to turn full in my face; I know 'tis against me.
Yes, Jasperino, Unless there be some hidden malady Within me that I understand not.
And that I begin to doubt, sir; I never knew Your inclinations to travels at a pause With any cause to hinder it till now. Ashore you were wont to call your servants up, And help to trap your horses for the speed. At sea I have seen you weigh the anchor with 'em, Hoist sails for fear to lose the foremost breath, Be in continual prayers for fair win...
No, friend, I keep the same church, same devotion.
Lover I'm sure y'are none: the stoic Was found in you long ago; your mother Nor best friends, who have set snares of beauty, Ay, and choice ones too, could never trap you that way. What might be the cause?
Lord, how violent Thou art: I was but meditating of Somewhat I heard within the temple.
Is this violence? 'Tis but idleness Compar'd with your haste yesterday.
I'm all this while a−going, man. Enter [Two] Servants [to Alsemero].
'Tis the critical day, It seems, and the sign in Aquarius.
We must not to sea today; this smoke will bring forth fire.
Keep all on shore; I do not know the end, Which needs I must do, of an affair in hand Ere I can go to sea.
[Aside to First Servant] Let him e'en take his leisure too; we are safer on land. Exeunt [Alsemero's] Servants. Enter Beatrice, Diaphanta, and Servants. [Alsemero bows to Beatrice and kisses her.]
[Aside] How now! The laws of the Medes are chang'd sure: salute a woman! He kisses too: wonderful! Where learnt he this? And does it perfectly too; in my conscience he ne'er rehears'd it before. Nay, go on, this will be stranger and better news at Valencia than if he had ransom'd half Greece from the Turk!
And I have show'd you all my skill at once. want more words to express me further And must be forc'd to repetition: love you dearly.
Be better advis'd, sir: Our eyes are sentinels unto our judgments, And should give certain judgment what they see; But they are rash sometimes, and tell us wonders Of common things, which when our judgments find, They can then check the eyes, and call them blind.
But I am further, lady; yesterday Was mine eyes' employment, and hither now They brought my judgment, where are both agreed. Both houses then consenting, 'tis agreed, Only there wants the confirmation By the hand royal; that's your part, lady.
Oh, there's one above me, sir. [Aside] For five days past To be recall'd! Sure, mine eyes were mistaken; This was the man was meant me. That he should come So near his time, and miss it!
[Aside] We might have come by the carriers from Valencia, I see, and sav'd all our sea−provision: we are at farthest sure. Methinks I should do something too; I meant to be a venturer in this voyage. Yonder's another vessel: I'll board her; if she be lawful prize, down goes her topsail! Enter Deflores.
Your eye shall instantly instruct you, lady. He's coming hitherward.
What needed then Your duteous preface? I had rather He had come unexpected; you must stall A good presence with unnecessary blabbing: And how welcome for your part you are, I'm sure you know.
[Aside] [Will't] never mend, this scorn, One side nor other? Must I be enjoin'd To follow still whilst she flies from me? Well, Fates do your worst, I'll please myself with sight Of her, at all opportunities, If but to spite her anger. I know she had Rather see me dead than living, and yet She knows no cause for't but a peevish will.
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
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Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
Let it be blotted out; let your heart lose it, And it can never look you in the face, Nor tell a tale behind the back of life To your dishonour. Justice hath so right The guilty hit, that innocence is quit By proclamation, and may joy again. Sir, you are sensible of what truth hath done; 'Tis the best comfort that your grief can find. TOMAZO Sir, I...
The Changeling is a Jacobean tragedy written by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley. Widely regarded as being among the best tragedies of the English Renaissance, the play has accumulated a large amount of critical commentary.
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