The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... widow with 36 jingling of his gilt spurs , advancing his bush - colour'd beard , and taking tobacco . This is all the mirror of their knightly compliments : nay , I shall talk when my tongue is a going once ; ' tis like a citizen on ...
... widow with 36 jingling of his gilt spurs , advancing his bush - colour'd beard , and taking tobacco . This is all the mirror of their knightly compliments : nay , I shall talk when my tongue is a going once ; ' tis like a citizen on ...
Pagina 61
... side , Val . Do so at all . A plague upon these dice . But your Valerio ? 26 Done the ladies right - See Note 23 to The Widow's Tears . therein the praise and honour of the most fashion- able CHAPMAN . ] 61 ALL FOOLS .
... side , Val . Do so at all . A plague upon these dice . But your Valerio ? 26 Done the ladies right - See Note 23 to The Widow's Tears . therein the praise and honour of the most fashion- able CHAPMAN . ] 61 ALL FOOLS .
Pagina 106
... widow . Vin . Oh , my sister , my sister ! Lus . Why dost walk aside ? Vin . My lord , I was thinking how I might begin : As thus , Oh lady - or twenty hundred devices ; Her very bodkin will put a man in . Lus . Ay , of the wagging of ...
... widow . Vin . Oh , my sister , my sister ! Lus . Why dost walk aside ? Vin . My lord , I was thinking how I might begin : As thus , Oh lady - or twenty hundred devices ; Her very bodkin will put a man in . Lus . Ay , of the wagging of ...
Pagina 152
... widow , wife , and bride , They happy live , when they live with chaste pride . Cyp . My queen will speak as much for lust , as she for pride , if the toy take her . Mech . Your ladyship sows dangerous seed abroad . Mar. But I hope , my ...
... widow , wife , and bride , They happy live , when they live with chaste pride . Cyp . My queen will speak as much for lust , as she for pride , if the toy take her . Mech . Your ladyship sows dangerous seed abroad . Mar. But I hope , my ...
Pagina 167
... widow , he had disposed of an hundred acres in a diamond ring , which he would have presented her with , had she thought fit to accept it ; and that upon her wedding - day she should have carried on her head fifty of the tallest oaks ...
... widow , he had disposed of an hundred acres in a diamond ring , which he would have presented her with , had she thought fit to accept it ; and that upon her wedding - day she should have carried on her head fifty of the tallest oaks ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Antonio blood brother Clare Colax Cric cuckold devil dost doth Duke Eastward Hoe Eiron Enter Epire Exeunt Exit eyes faith falling band father fear fool gentlemen give gleek gold Gost hand hath hear heart heaven honest Honest Whore honour hope husband i'faith i'the is't Jarvis Joice keep kiss knave lady live look lord madam maid maidenhead marriage married master mistress Moll ne'er Neph never night on't Phan play Plot pr'ythee pray Rash rogue Scar SCENE shew Sir Boun Sir Pet sirrah sister Small-sh soul Spanish Tragedy speak Spen Staines sweet Tactus tell thee there's thing thou art thou shalt Throate tongue Trin Trincalo troth Tu quoque twas twill unto villain Ware wench Wendoll what's whore widow wife Wild woman word Zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 577 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Pagina 117 - For doating on her beauty, though her death Shall be revenged after no common action. Does the silkworm expend her yellow labours For thee? For thee does she undo herself? Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships For the poor benefit of a bewildering minute? Why does yon...
Pagina 447 - More distress'd in this Than all my troubles ! Hale me back, Double my irons, and my sparing meals Put into halves, and lodge me in a dungeon More deep, more dark, more cold, more comfortless ! By Acton freed! Not all thy manacles Could fetter so my heels, as this one word Hath thrall'd my heart; and it must now lie bound In more strict prison than thy stony gaol.
Pagina 539 - ... his nature, in his time, of better ability in performance of what he undertook, more applauded by the audience, of greater grace at the court, or of more general love in the city : and so with this brief character of his memory I commit him to his rest.
Pagina 118 - Thou may'st lie chaste now! It were fine, methinks To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts And unclean brothels; sure 'twould fright the sinner And make him a good coward, put a reveller Out of his antic amble, And cloy an epicure with empty dishes. Here might a scornful and ambitious woman Look through and through herself; see, ladies with false forms You deceive men, but cannor deceive worms.
Pagina 59 - Fortune, the great commandress of the world> Hath divers ways to advance her followers : To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour...
Pagina 131 - This murder might have slept in tongueless brass But for ourselves, and the world died an ass. Now I remember too, here was Piato Brought forth a knavish sentence once ; No doubt (said he), but time Will make the murderer bring forth himself. 'Tis well he died ; he was a witch.
Pagina 431 - Bastard without a father to acknowledge it ; true it is that my plays are not exposed to the world in volumes, to bear the title of works (as others *) : one reason is, that many of them by shifting and change of companies, have been negligently lost. Others of them are still retained in the hands of some actors, who think it against their peculiar profit to have them come in print, and a third that it never was any great ambition in me to be in this kind voluminously read.
Pagina 38 - ... cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting ; a dwarfish thought, dressed up in gigantic words, repetition in abundance, looseness of expression, and gross hyperboles ; the sense of one line expanded prodigiously into ten ; and, to sum up all, uncorrect English, and a hideous mingle of false poetry and true nonsense ; or, at best, a scantling of wit, which lay gasping for life, and groaning beneath a heap of rubbish.
Pagina 199 - Roses and bays, pack hence ! this crown and robe, My brows and body circles and invests. How gallantly it fits me! sure the slave Measured my head that wrought this coronet They lie, that say complexions cannot change ; My blood's ennobled, and I am transform'd Unto the sacred temper of a king.