A Select Collection of Old Plays, Band 2R. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1744 |
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... grace . Viden . Therfore , the more unkinde to thee and me , For knowing well ( my fonne ) the tender love That I have ever borne , and beare to thee ; He greev'd therat , is not content alone , To fpoyle me of thy fight , my cheefeft ...
... grace . Viden . Therfore , the more unkinde to thee and me , For knowing well ( my fonne ) the tender love That I have ever borne , and beare to thee ; He greev'd therat , is not content alone , To fpoyle me of thy fight , my cheefeft ...
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... grace , And to this realme whose woorthy head you are , Well proves that neither you mistrust at all , Nor we shall neede in boasting wife to shewe Our trueth to you , nor yet our wakefull care For you , for yours , and for our native ...
... grace , And to this realme whose woorthy head you are , Well proves that neither you mistrust at all , Nor we shall neede in boasting wife to shewe Our trueth to you , nor yet our wakefull care For you , for yours , and for our native ...
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... grace hath faide : First when you fhall unlode your aged minde Of heavie care and troubles manifolde , T And lay the fame upon my my lords your fonnes , Whofe growing yeeres may beare the burden long , And long I pray the Gods to graunt ...
... grace hath faide : First when you fhall unlode your aged minde Of heavie care and troubles manifolde , T And lay the fame upon my my lords your fonnes , Whofe growing yeeres may beare the burden long , And long I pray the Gods to graunt ...
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... grace hath wifely thought , And that your tender care of common weale Hath bred this thought , fo to devide your lande , And plant your fonnes to beare the present rule While you yet live to fee their ruling well , That you may longer ...
... grace hath wifely thought , And that your tender care of common weale Hath bred this thought , fo to devide your lande , And plant your fonnes to beare the present rule While you yet live to fee their ruling well , That you may longer ...
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... grace , And to the fafetie of your common weale . To parte your realme unto my lords your fonnes I think not good for you , ne yet for them , But woorft of all , for this our native land : For with one land , one fingle rule is beft ...
... grace , And to the fafetie of your common weale . To parte your realme unto my lords your fonnes I think not good for you , ne yet for them , But woorft of all , for this our native land : For with one land , one fingle rule is beft ...
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Achmat againſt Alex Alexander Apel Baldock Balt Balthazar becauſe Belimperia Bifh brother brothers blood Caft Camena Campafpe caufe cauſe counfel crown death defire Diog Diogenes dooth doth earl elfe Enter Eubulus Exeunt fafe falfe fame father fear feek feem Ferrex fhall fhew fhould firft firſt flain fome fonne forrow foul fovereign fpeak ftate ftay ftill fubject fuch fweet fword Gavefton Gorboduc grace hart hate hath heart heaven Hepheftion Hieronimo himſelf honour Horatio Ifabel juftice king live lord Lorenzo madam majefty Manes Mort Mortimer muft Muftapha murder muſt myſelf noble paffion Pedringano pleaſe pleaſure Porrex Portugal prefent prince Queen reafon realme reft revenge Roffa Scen ſhall Solym Solyman Spen Spencer ſtate ſtay ſtill tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Timoclea unto whofe whoſe
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Seite 121 - 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 189 - 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 192 - 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 257 - I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders : but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.
Seite 204 - It was, my liege, the prince of Portingale. KING. But what was he that on the other side Held him by th' arm, as partner of the prize?
Seite 140 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet-caped coat, 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 120 - Is as Elysium to a new-come soul: Not that I love the city or the men, But that it harbours him I hold so dear, The king, upon whose bosom let me die, And with the world be still at enmity.
Seite 231 - And to entrap thy life this train is laid. Advise thee therefore, be not credulous: This is devised to endanger thee...
Seite 253 - Was I so mad to bid you light your torches now ? Light me your torches at the mid of noon, Whenas the sun-god rides in all his glory ; Light me your torches then.
Seite 172 - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. O, might I never ope these eyes again, Never again lift up this drooping head, O, never more lift up this dying heart!