A Select Collection of Old Plays: Gammer Gurton's needle; Alexander and Campaspe; Tancred and Gismunda; Cornelia; Edward IISeptimus Prowett, 23, Old Bond Street., 1825 |
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... hast , For I will into the good wyfe Chat's , to feele how the ale does tast . THE FYRST ACTE . THE THYRD SCEANE . HODGE . TYB . Hodge . Cham agast , by the masse , ich wot not what to do . Chad nede blesse me well before ich go them to ...
... hast , For I will into the good wyfe Chat's , to feele how the ale does tast . THE FYRST ACTE . THE THYRD SCEANE . HODGE . TYB . Hodge . Cham agast , by the masse , ich wot not what to do . Chad nede blesse me well before ich go them to ...
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... hast done , Ther shalt thou fynd an old shooe , wherein , if thou looke well , Thou shalt fynd lyeng an inche of whyte tallow candell ; Lyght it , and brynge it tite awaye . Cocke . That shal be done anone . Gammer . Nay , tary , Hodge ...
... hast done , Ther shalt thou fynd an old shooe , wherein , if thou looke well , Thou shalt fynd lyeng an inche of whyte tallow candell ; Lyght it , and brynge it tite awaye . Cocke . That shal be done anone . Gammer . Nay , tary , Hodge ...
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... hast brought hether ? Tib . Chave tost and tumbled yender heap over and over againe , And winowed it through my fingers , as men wold winow grain ; Not so much as a hen's turd , but in pieces I tare it . Or what so ever clod or clay I ...
... hast brought hether ? Tib . Chave tost and tumbled yender heap over and over againe , And winowed it through my fingers , as men wold winow grain ; Not so much as a hen's turd , but in pieces I tare it . Or what so ever clod or clay I ...
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... hast hard gammer in deede , or doest but jest ? Gammer . Tys as true as steele , Hodge . Hodge . Why , knowest well where dydst leese it ? 55 Mr. Dodsley altered this word to thong . 56 Tom Tankard's great bald curtal , ] Curtal is a ...
... hast hard gammer in deede , or doest but jest ? Gammer . Tys as true as steele , Hodge . Hodge . Why , knowest well where dydst leese it ? 55 Mr. Dodsley altered this word to thong . 56 Tom Tankard's great bald curtal , ] Curtal is a ...
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... hast , in this shall not intreat mee ; " other concerning the skullian , which is said to have beene slaine , " & c . For the reading whereof I referre you to Frier Rush his storie , or else to John Wierus De præstigiis demonum . " " 58 ...
... hast , in this shall not intreat mee ; " other concerning the skullian , which is said to have beene slaine , " & c . For the reading whereof I referre you to Frier Rush his storie , or else to John Wierus De præstigiis demonum . " " 58 ...
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Alexander Anaxarchus Antony Apelles Aristotle arms Baldock Bayly behold blood Cæsar Campaspe cham Chorus chould chyll Cicero Clytus Cocke cometh command Cornelia dame Chat death devil Diccon Diogenes Doctor Rat doth earl earth Edmund Edward England Enter Euphues Exeunt eyes fair father fear fortune friends Gammer Gurton's Gammer Gurton's Needle Gaveston Gismunda gods Gog's grace Granichus grief Gurney hand hast hath head heart heaven hell Hephestion Hodge honour Isabel Julio king knave Lady Lancaster Lightborn live lord Lucrece Lust's Dominion Madam majesty Manes Marlow master master doctor Matrevis mind Mortimer junior neele never noble Parmenio Pembroke Pompey prince Psyllus Queen Renuchio Rome SCEN Shakspeare shame shew soldiers sorrow soul Spencer Steevens Steevens's Note sweet sword Tancred tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou shalt thought Timoclea unto Warwick wold word
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Seite 131 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Seite 401 - And there, in mire and puddle, have I stood This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum; They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Seite 397 - And when I frown, make all the court look pale. I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes, Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy. They thrust upon me the protectorship, And sue to me for that that I desire. While at the council-table, grave enough, And not unlike a bashful puritan, First I complain of imbecility, Saying it is
Seite 386 - 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 342 - 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 385 - 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 400 - 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 405 - 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 384 - I am lodged within this cave of care, Where sorrow at my elbow still attends, To company my heart with sad laments, That bleeds within me for this strange exchange.