...about her children in her last struggles : " I pray the*, look thou glv'st my little boy Some syrop for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep.— Now what you please " ; and her last word, "mercy,' which she recovers just strength enough to pronounce ; her proud answer...

...guests have fed upon me; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cariola — I will die with her. Duchess — I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. [Cariola is forced out by the Executioners.'} Now what you please: What death ? Bosola — Strangling;...

...recriminations, but turns to the waiting- woman and says : Farewell, Cariola ! I pray thee look thou givefit my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. In the preceding scenes we have had enough, nay, overmuch, of madness, despair, and wrestling with...

...turns to the waiting- woman and says : Farewell, Cariola! I pray thee look thou givest my little hoy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. In the preceding scenes we have had enough, nay, overmuch, of madness, despair, and wrestling with...

...hungry guests have fed upon me ; Thine will be a poor reversion. CARIOLA. I will die with her. DUCHESS. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. [Cariola is forced out by the Executioners.] Now what you please : What death? BOSOLA. Strangling ;...

...hungry guests have fed upon me ; Thine will lie but a poor reversion. l'"''. I will die with her. Duch. t Chambers [Carióla is forced ont. Now what you please. What death ? BPS. Strangling. Here are your executioners....

...many hungry guests have fed upon me; Thine will be a poor reversion. Cart. I will die with her. Duch. I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. [Cariola is forced out by the executioners.] Now what you please: What death? Bos. Strangling; here...

...says to her little 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...; 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,...

...our next neighbours ? They are mad folks. Bosoia. Remove that noise. Ditch. Farewell, Cariola. . . . I pray thee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup...her prayers ere she sleep. — Now what you please ; What death ? Bos. Strangling. Here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them. The apoplexy, catarrh,...