The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 pagina's |
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Pagina 20
... marry , the most of them shall be farmers ' sons , because they shall bear their own charges ; and they shall go apparelled thus , —in sea - water | green suits , ash - coloured cloaks , watchet 52 stock- ings , and popin - jay green ...
... marry , the most of them shall be farmers ' sons , because they shall bear their own charges ; and they shall go apparelled thus , —in sea - water | green suits , ash - coloured cloaks , watchet 52 stock- ings , and popin - jay green ...
Pagina 32
... Marry , but I'll tell ye now , you were too hot . Mal . The fitter to have inflamed the flax , wo- man . Maq . You were ... married her , tales off , and Catsoe for England . Men . And why for England ? Mul . Because there is no brothel ...
... Marry , but I'll tell ye now , you were too hot . Mal . The fitter to have inflamed the flax , wo- man . Maq . You were ... married her , tales off , and Catsoe for England . Men . And why for England ? Mul . Because there is no brothel ...
Pagina 42
... Married ! what is she ? Ryn . Faith , sir , a gentlewoman ; But her unnourishing dowry must be told Out of her ... marriage , ' Tis to be feared that his presumption builds not Of his good choice , that will bear out itself , And being ...
... Married ! what is she ? Ryn . Faith , sir , a gentlewoman ; But her unnourishing dowry must be told Out of her ... marriage , ' Tis to be feared that his presumption builds not Of his good choice , that will bear out itself , And being ...
Pagina 47
... married couple , which you pleased To send for to your house . Gost . Fortunio , welcome ; And in that welcome I employ your wife's , Whom I am sure you count your second self . [ He kisses her . For . Sir , your right noble favours do ...
... married couple , which you pleased To send for to your house . Gost . Fortunio , welcome ; And in that welcome I employ your wife's , Whom I am sure you count your second self . [ He kisses her . For . Sir , your right noble favours do ...
Pagina 51
... Marry , sir , to say , She is your son's wife , married past your know- ledge . Gost . I doubt , last day he saw her , and will know her To be Fortunio's wife . Ryn . Nay , as for that , I will pretend she was even then your son's wife ...
... Marry , sir , to say , She is your son's wife , married past your know- ledge . Gost . I doubt , last day he saw her , and will know her To be Fortunio's wife . Ryn . Nay , as for that , I will pretend she was even then your son's wife ...
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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...