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More "Bewray" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... my petition (Noble Lord:) For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent, Yet know (my Lord) I was prouok'd by him, And he first tooke exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower, Bewray'd the faintnesse of my ...
— The First Folio [35 Plays] • William Shakespeare
... the high noises! and thyself bewray, When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just ...
— Notes to Shakespeare, Volume III: The Tragedies • Samuel Johnson
... wager a kilderkin of chaney oranges at four pence each and a dozen cordial juleps with pearls that thy conscience is about to bewray thee." ...
— Mistress Penwick • Dutton Payne
... Philomene again Can watch and sing when others sleep; And taketh pleasure in her pain, To wray the woe that makes her weep; So sing I now for to bewray The ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... note that the maid to us committed (assert they) Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had, 20 * * * * * * * * But that a father durst dishonour the bed of his firstborn, Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray; Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passion 25 Or that his impotent son sprang from incapable seed. And to be sought was one with nerve more nervous endowed, Who could better avail zone of the ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... thee tell the cause to me, Behold these empty dugs, and head all gray, These hands that pain haue took in rocking thee Let some, or all these, cause thee to bewray What cruel means haue broght thee in this case. At which the ...
— Seven Minor Epics of the English Renaissance (1596-1624) • Dunstan Gale
... so dear,—quivered Cupid, fly!— That my chief wish should be so oft to die. Minding thy fault, with death I wish to revel; Alas! a wench is a perpetual evil. No intercepted lines thy deeds display, No gifts given secretly thy crime bewray. O would my proofs as vain might be withstood! Ay me, poor soul, why is my cause so good? He's happy, that his love dares boldly credit; To whom his wench can say, "I never did it." 10 He's cruel, and too much his grief doth favour, That seeks the conquest by her loose behaviour. ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
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