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<title>#2805 &#8212; Faustus from Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe</title>
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<description>&quot;O Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but a&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3541 &#8212; Barabas from The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe</title>
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<description>&quot;Barabas. Thus trowls our fortune in by land and sea, 
 
And thus are we on every side enriched. 
 
These are the blessings promised to the Jews, 
 
And herein was old Abram's happiness. 
 
What more may heaven do for earthly man 
 
Than thus to pour out plenty in their laps, 
 
Ripping&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#23 &#8212; Dido from Dido, Queen of Carthage by Christopher Marlowe</title>
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<description>&quot;Speaks not Æneas like a conqueror? 
O blessed tempests that did drive him in! 
O happy sand that made him run aground! 
Henceforth you shall be our Carthage gods. 
Ay, but it may be, he will leave my love, 
And seek a foreign land call'd Italy: 
O that I had&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#710 &#8212; Dido from Dido, Queen of Carthage by Christopher Marlowe</title>
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<description>&quot;Speaks not Æneas like a conqueror? 
O blessed tempests that did drive him in! 
O happy sand that made him run aground! 
Henceforth you shall be our Carthage gods. 
Ay, but it may be, he will leave my love, 
And seek a foreign land call'd Italy: 
O that I had&#8230;&quot;</description>
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