A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Band 2Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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... never printed . We have now , however , the play itself , and we are able to furnish the name of its author - Nicholas Udall . They are both matters of considerable curiosity , as Udall's performance is not only older than Gammer ...
... never printed . We have now , however , the play itself , and we are able to furnish the name of its author - Nicholas Udall . They are both matters of considerable curiosity , as Udall's performance is not only older than Gammer ...
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... never poore soule that such a life had ? Gog's bones , thys vilthy glaye hase drest mee too bad . God's soule , see how this stuffe teares ! Iche were better to bee a bearward , and set to keepe beares . By the masse , here is a gashe ...
... never poore soule that such a life had ? Gog's bones , thys vilthy glaye hase drest mee too bad . God's soule , see how this stuffe teares ! Iche were better to bee a bearward , and set to keepe beares . By the masse , here is a gashe ...
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... never better agree . Diccon . By Gog's soule , there they syt as still as stones in the streite , As though they had ben taken with fairies , or els with some il spreet . Hodge . Gog's hart , I durst have layd my cap to a crowne , Ch ...
... never better agree . Diccon . By Gog's soule , there they syt as still as stones in the streite , As though they had ben taken with fairies , or els with some il spreet . Hodge . Gog's hart , I durst have layd my cap to a crowne , Ch ...
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... never come within her lyps , one inch of meate ne bread . Hodge . By'r ladie , cham not very glad to see her in this dumpe ; Cholde a noble her stole hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were the worst , we ...
... never come within her lyps , one inch of meate ne bread . Hodge . By'r ladie , cham not very glad to see her in this dumpe ; Cholde a noble her stole hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were the worst , we ...
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... never wyght cold set their eies upon it . 13 Gog's malison , chave Cocke and I , byd twenty times light on it . Hodge . And is not then my breches sewid up , to morow that I shuld were ? Tib . No , in faith , Hodge , thy breches lie ...
... never wyght cold set their eies upon it . 13 Gog's malison , chave Cocke and I , byd twenty times light on it . Hodge . And is not then my breches sewid up , to morow that I shuld were ? Tib . No , in faith , Hodge , thy breches lie ...
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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.