Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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Pagina 82
... hold her down . And then " If the old man should hear or see you . " Mam . Fear not . Face . The very house , sir , would run mad . You know it , How scrupulous he is , and violent 20 ' Gainst the least act of sin . " Physic , or ...
... hold her down . And then " If the old man should hear or see you . " Mam . Fear not . Face . The very house , sir , would run mad . You know it , How scrupulous he is , and violent 20 ' Gainst the least act of sin . " Physic , or ...
Pagina 89
... Hold your peace . Here comes the t'other rare man . Enter FACE . ' Save you , captain . Face . Good master Kastril , is this your sister ? Kas . Ay , sir , Please to kuss her I Act IV . 89 THE ALCHYMIST . Sub. I cry this lady mercy: she ...
... Hold your peace . Here comes the t'other rare man . Enter FACE . ' Save you , captain . Face . Good master Kastril , is this your sister ? Kas . Ay , sir , Please to kuss her I Act IV . 89 THE ALCHYMIST . Sub. I cry this lady mercy: she ...
Pagina 92
... hold , man . “ He looks in that deep ruff , like a head in platter , " Serv'd in by a short cloak upon two tressils . " Face . Or what do you say to a collar of brawn , cut down " Beneath the souse , and wriggl'd with a knife ? " Sub ...
... hold , man . “ He looks in that deep ruff , like a head in platter , " Serv'd in by a short cloak upon two tressils . " Face . Or what do you say to a collar of brawn , cut down " Beneath the souse , and wriggl'd with a knife ? " Sub ...
Pagina 128
... Hold , Hold , gentleman , what means this violence ? Mam . Where is this collier ? Sur . And my captain Face ? Mam . These day - owls ? Sur . That are birding in men's purses . 501 Mam . Madam Suppository ? Kas . Doxey , my 128 ля У ...
... Hold , Hold , gentleman , what means this violence ? Mam . Where is this collier ? Sur . And my captain Face ? Mam . These day - owls ? Sur . That are birding in men's purses . 501 Mam . Madam Suppository ? Kas . Doxey , my 128 ля У ...
Pagina 131
... hold them . Mam . I'll rather lose them . Love . That you shall not , sir , 580 By me , in troth . Upon these terms they are yours . What should they ha ' been , sir , turn'd into gold all ? Mam . No. I cannot tell . It may be they ...
... hold them . Mam . I'll rather lose them . Love . That you shall not , sir , 580 By me , in troth . Upon these terms they are yours . What should they ha ' been , sir , turn'd into gold all ? Mam . No. I cannot tell . It may be they ...
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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...