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... father . 6 And take his Almain - leap into a custard . ] In the earlier days , when the City kept a fool , it was customary for him , at public en- tertainments , to leap into a large bowl of custard set on purpose : there is an ...
... father . 6 And take his Almain - leap into a custard . ] In the earlier days , when the City kept a fool , it was customary for him , at public en- tertainments , to leap into a large bowl of custard set on purpose : there is an ...
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... father , never taught you These pleasant matches . Wit . No , nor can his mirth , With whom I make them , put me off . Fitz . You are Resolved then ? Wit . Yes , sir . Fitz . Beauty is the saint , You'll sacrifice your self into the ...
... father , never taught you These pleasant matches . Wit . No , nor can his mirth , With whom I make them , put me off . Fitz . You are Resolved then ? Wit . Yes , sir . Fitz . Beauty is the saint , You'll sacrifice your self into the ...
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... father , you trust too much . Gilt . Boy , boy , We live by finding fools out to be trusted . Our shop - books are our pastures , our corn - grounds , We lay ' em open , for them to come into ; 9 a good man . ] " My meaning in saying he ...
... father , you trust too much . Gilt . Boy , boy , We live by finding fools out to be trusted . Our shop - books are our pastures , our corn - grounds , We lay ' em open , for them to come into ; 9 a good man . ] " My meaning in saying he ...
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... father . In a descent or two , we come to be , Just in their state , fit to be cozen'd , like them : And I had rather have tarried in your trade . For , since the gentry scorn the city so much , Methinks we should in time , holding ...
... father . In a descent or two , we come to be , Just in their state , fit to be cozen'd , like them : And I had rather have tarried in your trade . For , since the gentry scorn the city so much , Methinks we should in time , holding ...
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... father , do not trust them . Meer . Nay , Tom Gilthead , He will not buy a courtesy and beg it ; He'll rather pay than pray . If you do for him , You must do cheerfully : his credit , sir , Is not yet prostitute . Who's this , thy son ...
... father , do not trust them . Meer . Nay , Tom Gilthead , He will not buy a courtesy and beg it ; He'll rather pay than pray . If you do for him , You must do cheerfully : his credit , sir , Is not yet prostitute . Who's this , thy son ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
allusion Ambler Bartholomew Fair Beaumont and Fletcher beggar Ben Jonson brave Broker call'd Canter cloke court devil doth Dyce Eith Eitherside Enter Exeunt Exit Fitz FITZDOTTREL gentleman Gifford Gilthead give gleek gossip grace hath hear honour Host keep kiss Lady F lady Frampul lady's ladyship Lick Lickfinger Light Heart Lollard Lord Love's Pilgrimage Lovel madam master means Meer MEERCRAFT Mirth mistress mistress Band never noble Nurse on't Peck Pecunia Pennyboy Pick Picklock piece Pierce play PLUTARCHUS poet pray princess Prue rogue SCENE servant Shakspeare shew Shun speak Staple sweet tell thee there's thing true Trun Trundle trust twill Tyburn unto valour WHAL Whalley what's wife wild company Wittipol word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 154 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Seite 64 - And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Seite 129 - The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To the sparing of napkins: that, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace.
Seite 313 - Hath been derived down to us, and received In a succession for the noblest way Of breeding up our youth, in letters, arms, Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller, to speak His language purer, or to tune his mind Or manners more to the harmony of nature, Than in these nurseries of nobility? Host. Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble, And only virtue made it, not the market, That...
Seite 330 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness?
Seite 469 - I could not get one bit of bread, Whereby my hunger might be fed : Nor drink, but such as channels yield, Or stinking ditches in the field. Thus weary of my life, at lengthe I yielded up my vital strength, Within a ditch of loathsome scent, Where carrion dogs did much frequent : The which now since my dying daye, Is Shoreditch call'd as writers saye,* Which is a witness of my sinne, For being concubine to a King.
Seite 415 - Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age, Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit, Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play.
Seite 57 - Thirdly, plays have made the ignorant more apprehensive,* taught the unlearned the knowledge of many famous histories, instructed such as cannot read in the discovery* of all our English chronicles; and what man have you now of that weak capacity that cannot discourse of any notable thing recorded even from William the Conqueror, nay, from the landing of Brute, until this day...
Seite 69 - Robinson, A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a gentleman's chamber, a friend of mine. We had The merriest supper of it there, one night, The gentleman's landlady invited him To a gossip's feast: now, he, sir, brought Dick Robinson, Drest like a lawyer's wife, amongs 'em all: I lent him clothes.
Seite 416 - No doubt some mouldy tale, Like Pericles and stale As the shrieve's crusts, and nasty as his fish — Scraps, out of every dish Thrown forth, and raked into the common tub...