Tho , conj. Though. [Reformed spelling.]
Tho , adv. [AS. þā.] Then. [Obs.] Spenser. To do obsequies as was tho the guise.
Chaucer.
Tho , pron. pl. Those. [Obs.] This knowen tho that be to wives bound.
Chaucer.
Tho (&thlig;ō), def. art. The.
[Obs.] Spenser.
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 third part serv' d under My Lord le Comte de Kilmarnock, who was
likewise beheaded at the Tower. A fourth part serv' d under My
Lord Pitsligow, who is also proscribed; which cavalrie, tho ' very
few in numbers, being all Noblesse, were very brave, and of
infinite advantage to the foot, not only in the day of battle,
but in serving as advanced guards on the several marches, and in
patroling dureing the night on the different roads which led
towards the towns where the army happened to quarter.
getting in at the cabin windows. There are two ways to get into a
top, besides the lubber-holes. The true way to walk aft is to begin
forrard; tho ’ f it he only in a humble way, like myself, d’ ye see,
which was from being only a hander of topgallant sails, and a stower
of the flying- jib, to keeping the key of the captain’ s locker.”
Benjamin speaks quite to the purpose,’ continued Richard, “ I dare say
that he has often seen shot extracted in the different ships in which
an' haudin' no lass frae the kirk; I confess, gien ye wull be
speirin', ' at I dinna read my buik sae aften as maybe I sud; but,
' deed, sir, tho ' I says' t ' at sud haud my tongue, ye hae waur folk
i' yer perris nor Benjie Croale' s widow; an' gien ye wunna hae a
drap to weet yer ain whustle for the holy wark ye hae afore ye the
morn' s mornin', I maun gang an' mak my bed, for the lass is laid up
wi' a bealt tho om, an' I maunna lat a' thing gang to dirt an' green
bree; tho ugh I' m sure it' s rale kin' o' ye to come to luik efter me,
' Tis the forced seclusion most galls the mind,
And sours all other joy which it may find.
' Tis the sneer, tho ' half hid, is bitter still,
And wakes dormant anger to passion' s will.
But oh! ' tis harder yet to bear them all
Unangered and unheedful of the thrall,
To list the jeer, the snarl, and epithet
All too base for knaves, and e' en still forget
" But even if they don' t theek you here, you can' t live here
forever. The friend that you wrote about who wath tho good to
you, you know, can' t keep you here alwayth; and are you thure you
can alwayth trutht her?"
" It isn' t a woman; it' s a man." She stopped short, and colored
to the line of her forehead. " Who said it was a woman?" she
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