Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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Pagina 40
... SUBTLE . Good - morrow , father . Sub . Gentle son , good - morrow . 160 And to your friend there . What is he is with you ? Mam . An heretic that I did bring along , In hope , sir , to convert him . Sub . Son , I doubt Yo'are covetous ...
... SUBTLE . Good - morrow , father . Sub . Gentle son , good - morrow . 160 And to your friend there . What is he is with you ? Mam . An heretic that I did bring along , In hope , sir , to convert him . Sub . Son , I doubt Yo'are covetous ...
Pagina 52
... SUBTLE and DoL . Sub . Has he bit ? Has he bit ? Face . And swallow'd too , my Subtle . I ha ' given him line , and now he plays , i'faith . Sub , And shall we twitch him ? Face . Thorough both the gills . A wench is a rare bait ...
... SUBTLE and DoL . Sub . Has he bit ? Has he bit ? Face . And swallow'd too , my Subtle . I ha ' given him line , and now he plays , i'faith . Sub , And shall we twitch him ? Face . Thorough both the gills . A wench is a rare bait ...
Pagina 63
... Subtle : We'll e'en draw lots , " and he that fails shall have " The more in goods , the other has in tail . " But Dol must ha ' no breath on't . Sub . Mum . Away you to your Surly , yonder ; catch him . Face . Pray Heaven , I ha ' not ...
... Subtle : We'll e'en draw lots , " and he that fails shall have " The more in goods , the other has in tail . " But Dol must ha ' no breath on't . Sub . Mum . Away you to your Surly , yonder ; catch him . Face . Pray Heaven , I ha ' not ...
Pagina 65
... SUBTLE . Sub . Oh , are you come ? ' Twas time . Your three- score minutes Were at the last thread , you see , " and down had " Furnus acedia , turris circulatorius : " ' Lembick , bolts - head , retort , and pellicane " Had all been ...
... SUBTLE . Sub . Oh , are you come ? ' Twas time . Your three- score minutes Were at the last thread , you see , " and down had " Furnus acedia , turris circulatorius : " ' Lembick , bolts - head , retort , and pellicane " Had all been ...
Pagina 71
... SUBTLE . How now ? Ha ' you done ? Sub . Done ! They are gone . The sum Is here in bank , my Face . I would we knew Another chapman now would buy ' em out - right . Face . ' Slid , Nab shall do't against he ha ' the widow , To furnish ...
... SUBTLE . How now ? Ha ' you done ? Sub . Done ! They are gone . The sum Is here in bank , my Face . I would we knew Another chapman now would buy ' em out - right . Face . ' Slid , Nab shall do't against he ha ' the widow , To furnish ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Pagina 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Pagina 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Pagina 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Pagina 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Pagina 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Pagina 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Pagina 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pagina 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Pagina 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...