The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 pagina's |
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Pagina 21
... wife let thee lie with her ? Bil . I am going ambassador to Florence . Mal . Ambassador ! Now , for thy country's ho- nour , pr'ythee do not put up mutton and por- ridge in thy cloak - bag . Thy young lady wife goes to Florence with ...
... wife let thee lie with her ? Bil . I am going ambassador to Florence . Mal . Ambassador ! Now , for thy country's ho- nour , pr'ythee do not put up mutton and por- ridge in thy cloak - bag . Thy young lady wife goes to Florence with ...
Pagina 31
... wife is very sociable ; in Cancer , a physician's wife is very flexible ; in Capricorn , a merchant's wife hardly holds out ; in Libra , a lawyer's wife is ve- ry tractable , especially if her husband be at the term ; only in Scorpio ...
... wife is very sociable ; in Cancer , a physician's wife is very flexible ; in Capricorn , a merchant's wife hardly holds out ; in Libra , a lawyer's wife is ve- ry tractable , especially if her husband be at the term ; only in Scorpio ...
Pagina 34
... Wife to Dance , Mal . Yes , more loved than my breath , With you I'll dance . Maria . Why then you dance with death . But come , sir , I was ne'er more apt to mirth . " Death gives eternity a glorious breath ; O , to die honoured , who ...
... Wife to Dance , Mal . Yes , more loved than my breath , With you I'll dance . Maria . Why then you dance with death . But come , sir , I was ne'er more apt to mirth . " Death gives eternity a glorious breath ; O , to die honoured , who ...
Pagina 41
... wife : Undressed , sluttish , nasty to their husbands , Spunged up , arlorned , and painted to their lovers : All day in ceaseless uproar with their households , If all the night their husbands have not pleased them : Like hounds , most ...
... wife : Undressed , sluttish , nasty to their husbands , Spunged up , arlorned , and painted to their lovers : All day in ceaseless uproar with their households , If all the night their husbands have not pleased them : Like hounds , most ...
Pagina 42
... wife . Gost . A wife , Rynaldo ! He dares not look a woman in the face . Ryn . ' Sfoot hold him to oue ; your son such a sheep ? Gost . ' Tis strange in earnest . Ryn . Well , sir , though for my thriftless bro- ther's sake , I little ...
... wife . Gost . A wife , Rynaldo ! He dares not look a woman in the face . Ryn . ' Sfoot hold him to oue ; your son such a sheep ? Gost . ' Tis strange in earnest . Ryn . Well , sir , though for my thriftless bro- ther's sake , I little ...
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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...