The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 pagina's |
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Pagina 44
... sir ; but what says he ! I know my father will not be reclaimed ; He'll ... sir ; I'll try what I can do , Although I fear me I shall strive in vain . Gost . Well ... bound to love - sports , care not for them . Bel . That is your fault ...
... sir ; but what says he ! I know my father will not be reclaimed ; He'll ... sir ; I'll try what I can do , Although I fear me I shall strive in vain . Gost . Well ... bound to love - sports , care not for them . Bel . That is your fault ...
Pagina 50
... bound For . How happy am I , that , by this sweet means , On my disliking ... Sir , your ignorance Shall eftsoon be confuted . Pr'ythee , Val , Take thy ... Master Courtier , and Don Cornuto ; I'll cry quit with both : and , first , I'll ...
... bound For . How happy am I , that , by this sweet means , On my disliking ... Sir , your ignorance Shall eftsoon be confuted . Pr'ythee , Val , Take thy ... Master Courtier , and Don Cornuto ; I'll cry quit with both : and , first , I'll ...
Pagina 66
... bound for ? come , what comrades are you to meet withal ? where's the supper ? where's the rendezvous ? Quick . Indeed , and in very good sober truth , sir ... master , William Touchstone , goldsmith , and thou my ' prentice , Francis ...
... bound for ? come , what comrades are you to meet withal ? where's the supper ? where's the rendezvous ? Quick . Indeed , and in very good sober truth , sir ... master , William Touchstone , goldsmith , and thou my ' prentice , Francis ...
Pagina 74
... bound for Virginia ; the fame of which voyage is so closely conveyed , that ... Master Frank ! We have too few such knight- adventurers . Who would not sell ... Sir PETRONEL FLASH in Boots , with a Riding - wand . Sir Pet . I'll out of ...
... bound for Virginia ; the fame of which voyage is so closely conveyed , that ... Master Frank ! We have too few such knight- adventurers . Who would not sell ... Sir PETRONEL FLASH in Boots , with a Riding - wand . Sir Pet . I'll out of ...
Pagina 75
... sir , are like Essex calves , you must wriggle ' em on by the tail still ... bound . 24 Quick . You have the sow by the right ear , sir ! I warrant there ... bound to his wheel more servilely than you should be to her wheel ; for , as ...
... sir , are like Essex calves , you must wriggle ' em on by the tail still ... bound . 24 Quick . You have the sow by the right ear , sir ! I warrant there ... bound to his wheel more servilely than you should be to her wheel ; for , as ...
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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 looking-glass 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 117 - I cry hourly with feebler and feebler outcry to be delivered — it were enough to make him dash the sparkling beverage to the earth in all the pride of its mantling .temptation; to make him clasp his teeth — " And not undo 'em To suffer WET DAMNATION to run through 'em.
Pagina 197 - The learned Greek, rich in fit epithets, Blest in the lovely marriage of pure words ; The Chaldee wise, the Arabian physical, The Roman eloquent, and Tuscan grave, The braving Spanish, and the smooth-tongued French— Tragedy and Comedy.
Pagina 442 - I have so bent my thoughts to husbandry, That I protest I scarcely can remember What a new fashion is ; how silk or satin Feels in my hand. Why, pride is grown to us A mere, mere stranger. I have quite forgot The names of all that ever waited on me.
Pagina 103 - tis true, an old man's twice a child ; Mine cannot speak ; one of his single words Would quite have freed my youngest dearest son From death or durance, and have made him walk With a bold foot upon the thorny law, Whose prickles should bow under him ; but 'tis not, And therefore wedlock- faith shall be forgot : I'll kill him in his forehead ; hate, there feed ; That wound is deepest, though it never bleed.
Pagina 19 - Pietro. Out upon him ! He writ of Temperance and Fortitude, yet lived like a voluptuous epicure, and died like an effeminate coward.
Pagina 445 - Booty you play; I like a loser stand, Having no heart, or here or in my hand. I will give o'er the set; I am not well. Come, who will hold my cards?
Pagina 537 - As for Maister Greene, all that I will speak of him (and that without flattery) is this (if I were worthy to censure) there was not an actor of 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.
Pagina 319 - I have heard that this is observed amongst them, that by how much the nobler a woman is, by so much the higher are her chapineys. All their gentlewomen, and most of their wives and...
Pagina 87 - em, madam and her malkin, they are like to bite o' the bridle for William, as the poor horses have done 25 all this while that hurried 'em, or else go graze o' the common. So should my Dame Touchstone too ; but she has been my cross these thirty years, and I'll now keep her to fright away sprites, i'faith.
Pagina 437 - You, sister, are my friend ; And flying you, I shall pursue my end. Susan. Your company is as my eyeball dear ; Being far from you, no comfort can be near. Yet fly to save your life : what would I care, To spend my future age in black despair, So you were safe ? And yet to live one week Without my brother Charles, through every cheek My streaming tears would downwards run so rank...