A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, المجلد 3Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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الصفحة 19
... better than gold . George . What was it ? Jenkin . Right Coventry blue , 10 Right Coventry blue , ] Coventry blue is mentioned by several writers of the times . Laugh and lie downe , or the Worldes Folly , 1605 , Sign . E 2 : " -it ...
... better than gold . George . What was it ? Jenkin . Right Coventry blue , 10 Right Coventry blue , ] Coventry blue is mentioned by several writers of the times . Laugh and lie downe , or the Worldes Folly , 1605 , Sign . E 2 : " -it ...
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... better than an earl , if he be false . Traitors reap no better favours at my hands . Kendall . Ay , so me thinks , but thou shalt dear " aby this blow . Now or never lay hold on the Pinner . Enter all the ambush . George . Stay , my ...
... better than an earl , if he be false . Traitors reap no better favours at my hands . Kendall . Ay , so me thinks , but thou shalt dear " aby this blow . Now or never lay hold on the Pinner . Enter all the ambush . George . Stay , my ...
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... better could foredoom your fall : Now I have singled you here alone , I care not though you be three to one . Kendall . Villain , hast thou betray'd us ? George . Momford , thou liest , never was I A traitor yet ; only devis'd this ...
... better could foredoom your fall : Now I have singled you here alone , I care not though you be three to one . Kendall . Villain , hast thou betray'd us ? George . Momford , thou liest , never was I A traitor yet ; only devis'd this ...
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... better basted in your lives . Edward . We will hold up our staves . [ George a Greene fights with the shoemakers , and beats them all down . George . What , have you any more ? Call all your town forth , Cut , and Longtail . The ...
... better basted in your lives . Edward . We will hold up our staves . [ George a Greene fights with the shoemakers , and beats them all down . George . What , have you any more ? Call all your town forth , Cut , and Longtail . The ...
الصفحة 60
... better ; there's opportunity : now list to me . 66 4 bulk ] One of the significations affixed to this word by Skinner , in his Etymologicon , is Venter , hinc Hisp . Buche , Ventriculus ani- malis , Belg . Bulcke . Thorax . So , in The ...
... better ; there's opportunity : now list to me . 66 4 bulk ] One of the significations affixed to this word by Skinner , in his Etymologicon , is Venter , hinc Hisp . Buche , Ventriculus ani- malis , Belg . Bulcke . Thorax . So , in The ...
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Alcario Alexandro Anselmo Astolfo Balthazar bawd Belimperia Bellafront Bettris blood Bonfield Bots Candido Carolo Castile Castruchio Cerberine Constable Cuddy death Dekkar devil dost doth Duke earl of Kendall edition Edward embassador Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fluello Fustigo gentlemen George a Greene give gown hand hast hath hear heart heaven hell Hieronimo Hipolito hither Honest Whore honour Horatio Infelice is't Isabella Jenkin Jeronimo Kendall king Lazarotto live Lodovico look lord Lorenzo Madman marry master Matheo mistress murder never night Omnes Orlando Pedringano Pinner Pioratto play Portugal pr'ythee pray Prentice prince revenge Robin Robin Hood Roger Rogero Servant shew Shoemaker Signior sirrah slain soul Spain Spanish Tragedy Steevens's Note swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou shalt troth unto Viceroy villain Wakefield wench what's Wife woman words y'are Zounds
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الصفحة 171 - What noise is this ? who calls Hieronimo ? " May it be done ? Pain. Yea, sir. Hier. Well, sir ; then bring me forth, bring me through alley and alley, still with a distracted countenance going along, and let my hair heave up my night-cap. Let the clouds scowl, make the moon dark, the stars extinct, the winds blowing, the bells tolling, the owls shrieking, the toads croaking, the minutes jarring, and the clock striking twelve.
الصفحة 107 - Enforc'd by nature and by law of arms My tongue should plead for young Horatio's right : He hunted well that was a lion's death, 170 Not he that in a garment wore his skin ; So hares may pull dead lions by the beard.
الصفحة 165 - Conceived of young Horatio his son, And covetous of having to himself The ransom of the young prince Balthazar, Distract, and in a manner lunatic. KING Believe me, nephew, we are sorry for't: 90 This is the love that fathers bear their sons.
الصفحة 141 - t is here hard by behind the house; There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure, For die he must, if we do mean to live.
الصفحة 148 - I must go to Pedringano, and tell him his pardon is in this box ; nay, I would have sworn it, had I not seen the contrary. — I cannot choose but smile to think how the villain will flout the gallows, scorn the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence.
الصفحة 132 - God ! confusion, mischief, torment, death and hell, Drop all your stings at once in my cold bosom, That now is stiff with horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness, And let me not survive to see the light, May put me in the mind I had a son.
الصفحة 321 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. — The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
الصفحة 159 - Meadows trim, with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where, perhaps, some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 310 - twould grieve a soul to see God's image So blemish'd and defac'd, yet do they act Such antick and such pretty lunacies, That, spite of sorrow, they will make you smile. Others again we have, like hungry lions, Fierce as wild bulls, untameable as flies.
الصفحة 283 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all ! DEKKER.