Great Plays: English

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xvii ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads ; See the heavy clouds low falling, And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night...
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis out of pure good humor, and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell's too. SIR PET. Well, well, I'll call in, just to look after my own character.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - A very clear account, upon my word ! and I dare swear the lady will vouch for every article of it. Lady Teaz. For not one word of it, sir Peter ! Sir Pet.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pretender, beware at what hands thou receiv'st thy commodity; for thou wert never more fair in the way to be coz'ned than in this age in Poetry, especially in the Plays: wherein, now the concupiscence of dances and antics so reigneth, as to run away from nature, and be afraid of her, is the only point of art that tickles the spectators.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the town, And therefore, let us take horse and away.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Do not fear to put thy feet Naked in the river sweet ' ; Think not leech, or newt, or toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high, As thou wad'st in, make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me, And not a wave shall trouble thee.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - And you shall no longer reproach me with not giving you an independent settlement. I mean shortly to surprise you: but shall we always live thus, hey ? Lady Teaz.

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