A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Band 2Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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... hath been in Bedlam , and will talk fran- tickly of purpose : you see pins stuck in sundry places of his " naked flesh , especially in his arms , which pain he gladly puts " himself to ( being indeed no torment at all , his skin is ...
... hath been in Bedlam , and will talk fran- tickly of purpose : you see pins stuck in sundry places of his " naked flesh , especially in his arms , which pain he gladly puts " himself to ( being indeed no torment at all , his skin is ...
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... hath ben by the eares together , Or els as great a matter , as thou shalt shortly see . Hodge . Now iche beseeche our Lord they never better agree . Diccon . By Gog's soule , there they syt as still as stones in the streite , As though ...
... hath ben by the eares together , Or els as great a matter , as thou shalt shortly see . Hodge . Now iche beseeche our Lord they never better agree . Diccon . By Gog's soule , there they syt as still as stones in the streite , As though ...
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... Hath no man stolen her ducks , or henes , or gelded Gyb her cat ? Diccon . What devyll can I tell , man , I cold not have one word , They gave no more hede to my talke then thou woldst to a lord . Hodge . Iche cannot styll but muse ...
... Hath no man stolen her ducks , or henes , or gelded Gyb her cat ? Diccon . What devyll can I tell , man , I cold not have one word , They gave no more hede to my talke then thou woldst to a lord . Hodge . Iche cannot styll but muse ...
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... hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were the worst , we wold not greatly care , * For bursting of her huckle bone , or breakyng of her chaire , But greater , greater , is her grief , as Hodge we shall all ...
... hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were the worst , we wold not greatly care , * For bursting of her huckle bone , or breakyng of her chaire , But greater , greater , is her grief , as Hodge we shall all ...
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... Hath the cat , do you thinke , in every eye a sparke ? Gammer . No , but they shyne as lyke fyre as ever man see . Hodge . By the masse , and she burne all , yoush beare the blame for mee . Gammer . Cum downe and help to seeke here our ...
... Hath the cat , do you thinke , in every eye a sparke ? Gammer . No , but they shyne as lyke fyre as ever man see . Hodge . By the masse , and she burne all , yoush beare the blame for mee . Gammer . Cum downe and help to seeke here our ...
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Seite 129 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Seite 317 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay...
Seite 340 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
Seite 403 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 334 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
Seite 383 - But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly* led; They pass* not for thy frowns as late they did, But seek to make a new-elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments, And in this torment comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head ; And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
Seite 398 - LIGHT. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were us'd, For she relents at this your misery : And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state ? EDW. Weep'st thou already ? list awhile to me, And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.
Seite 324 - He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say, "Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.
Seite 384 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Seite 405 - The troublesome Raigne and lamentable Death of Edward the Second, King of England: with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer.