Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate. - John Ford

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Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you,
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

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John Ford (1586 – c. 1640) was one of the last English playwrights in the great Jacobean school that produced Marlowe, William Shakespeare and Jonson.

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There is a place,
List, daughter! in a black and hollow vault,
Where day is never seen; there shines no sun,
But flaming horror of consuming fires;
A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs
Of an infected darkness; in this place
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts
Of never-dying deaths.
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