A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Band 2Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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... soul , I thenk you wold loes your arse , and it were loose . Your neele lost ? it is pitie you shold lack care and endlesse sorow . Gog's deth , how shall my breches be sewid ? shall I go thus to morow ? Gammer . Ah , Hodge , Hodge , if ...
... soul , I thenk you wold loes your arse , and it were loose . Your neele lost ? it is pitie you shold lack care and endlesse sorow . Gog's deth , how shall my breches be sewid ? shall I go thus to morow ? Gammer . Ah , Hodge , Hodge , if ...
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... souls , Diccon , Gyb our cat had eate the bacon to ! [ Which bacon Diccon stole , as is declared before . Diccon . Ill luck , quod he ? mary swere it , Hodg , this day the trueth tel , Thou rose not on thy right syde , or els blest thee ...
... souls , Diccon , Gyb our cat had eate the bacon to ! [ Which bacon Diccon stole , as is declared before . Diccon . Ill luck , quod he ? mary swere it , Hodg , this day the trueth tel , Thou rose not on thy right syde , or els blest thee ...
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... soul , and chad it , chould give him a new grot . Diccon . Canst thou keepe counsaille in this case ? Hodge . Els chwold my tonge were out . Diccon . Do thou 29 but then by my advise , and I Iwil fetch it without doubt . Hodge . Chyll ...
... soul , and chad it , chould give him a new grot . Diccon . Canst thou keepe counsaille in this case ? Hodge . Els chwold my tonge were out . Diccon . Do thou 29 but then by my advise , and I Iwil fetch it without doubt . Hodge . Chyll ...
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... soul ! her cock with the yelow legs , that nightly crowded * so just ? Diccon . That cocke is stollen . Chat . What , was he fet out of the hen's ruste ? Diccon . I can not tel where the devil he was kept , under key or locke , But Tib ...
... soul ! her cock with the yelow legs , that nightly crowded * so just ? Diccon . That cocke is stollen . Chat . What , was he fet out of the hen's ruste ? Diccon . I can not tel where the devil he was kept , under key or locke , But Tib ...
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... soul , art alive yet ? what Diccon , dare ich come ? Diccon . A man is well hied to trust to thee , I wil say nothing but mum . But and ye come any nearer , I pray you see all be sweete . Hodge . 44 Tush man , is gammer's neele found ...
... soul , art alive yet ? what Diccon , dare ich come ? Diccon . A man is well hied to trust to thee , I wil say nothing but mum . But and ye come any nearer , I pray you see all be sweete . Hodge . 44 Tush man , is gammer's neele found ...
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Beliebte Passagen
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.