Caliban: As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd / With raven's feather from unwholesome fen / Drop on you both![…]

Scire facias against sheriff, who took more money of the vill for the expences of a knight to serve in parliamente than was assessed

A devilish effort yielded a devilish success.

It was a very long street of two-story brick houses, neat and prim, with whitened stone steps and little groups of aproned women gossiping at the doors.