A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, المجلد 3Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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الصفحة 26
... keeps away his love . I know the worst , and if I be espied , ' Tis but a beating ; and if I by this means Can get fair Bettris forth her father's door , It is enough . Venus , be for me , and she alone , Be aiding to my wily enterprize ...
... keeps away his love . I know the worst , and if I be espied , ' Tis but a beating ; and if I by this means Can get fair Bettris forth her father's door , It is enough . Venus , be for me , and she alone , Be aiding to my wily enterprize ...
الصفحة 31
... keep out of my circle , Lest ye be torn in pieces with she - devils : Mistress Bettris , once , twice , thrice . [ He throws the ground * in , and she comes out . Oh , is this no cunning ! George . Is this my love ? or is it but her ...
... keep out of my circle , Lest ye be torn in pieces with she - devils : Mistress Bettris , once , twice , thrice . [ He throws the ground * in , and she comes out . Oh , is this no cunning ! George . Is this my love ? or is it but her ...
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... keep , I shall be turned out of my office . Shoemaker . What is that , sir ? Jenkin . Whensoever I go to fight with any body , I use to flourish my staff thrice about my head Before I strike , and then shew no favour . Shoemaker . Well ...
... keep , I shall be turned out of my office . Shoemaker . What is that , sir ? Jenkin . Whensoever I go to fight with any body , I use to flourish my staff thrice about my head Before I strike , and then shew no favour . Shoemaker . Well ...
الصفحة 42
... and you be wise , Keep down your staves , for all the town Will rise upon you . George . Thou speakest like an honest quiet fellow . 33 drub ] The first edition reads shrub . But hear you me ; in spite of all the 42 GEORGE A GREENE ,
... and you be wise , Keep down your staves , for all the town Will rise upon you . George . Thou speakest like an honest quiet fellow . 33 drub ] The first edition reads shrub . But hear you me ; in spite of all the 42 GEORGE A GREENE ,
الصفحة 48
... Keep it still , claim privilege from me . If any ask a reason , why ? or how ? Say , English Edward vail'd his staff to you . [ Exeunt . EDITION . A PLEASANT conceyted Comedie of George a Greene the Pinner of Wakefield . As it was ...
... Keep it still , claim privilege from me . If any ask a reason , why ? or how ? Say , English Edward vail'd his staff to you . [ Exeunt . EDITION . A PLEASANT conceyted Comedie of George a Greene the Pinner of Wakefield . As it was ...
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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.