A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, 7±ÇSeptimus Prowett, 1825 |
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8 ÆäÀÌÁö
... leave you . Geraldine . You shall not be so unfriendly ; pray assist me : We'll to the shop , and cheapen stuffs or sattins . Spendall . What lack you , gentlemen ? fine stuffs , velvets , or sattins ? pray come near . Geraldine . Let ...
... leave you . Geraldine . You shall not be so unfriendly ; pray assist me : We'll to the shop , and cheapen stuffs or sattins . Spendall . What lack you , gentlemen ? fine stuffs , velvets , or sattins ? pray come near . Geraldine . Let ...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö
... of excellent , I lack a word For thee , which merit'st more , More than the tongue of man can attribute . Gartred . This is pretty poetry ; good fiction , this . Sir , I must leave you . Geraldine . Leave GREEN'S TU QUOQUE . 9.
... of excellent , I lack a word For thee , which merit'st more , More than the tongue of man can attribute . Gartred . This is pretty poetry ; good fiction , this . Sir , I must leave you . Geraldine . Leave GREEN'S TU QUOQUE . 9.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö
... leave you . Geraldine . Leave with me first some comfort . Gartred . What would you crave ? Geraldine . That , which I fear you will not let me have . Gartred . You do not know my bounty . Say what ' tis ? Geraldine . No more , fair ...
... leave you . Geraldine . Leave with me first some comfort . Gartred . What would you crave ? Geraldine . That , which I fear you will not let me have . Gartred . You do not know my bounty . Say what ' tis ? Geraldine . No more , fair ...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö
... leave , sir , whereabouts dwells one Mr. Bubble ? Bubble . Do you hear , my Bubble if you do see him ? friend ; do you know Mr. Messenger . No , in truth , do I not . Bubble . What is your business with Master Bubble ? Messenger . Marry ...
... leave , sir , whereabouts dwells one Mr. Bubble ? Bubble . Do you hear , my Bubble if you do see him ? friend ; do you know Mr. Messenger . No , in truth , do I not . Bubble . What is your business with Master Bubble ? Messenger . Marry ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... leave till they themselves do burn ; So did I fondly dally with desire , Until love's flame grew hot ; I could not turn , Nor well avoid , but sigh and sob , and mourn , As children do when as they feel the pain , Till tender mothers ...
... leave till they themselves do burn ; So did I fondly dally with desire , Until love's flame grew hot ; I could not turn , Nor well avoid , but sigh and sob , and mourn , As children do when as they feel the pain , Till tender mothers ...
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111 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
398 ÆäÀÌÁö - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair mistress, as I understand your grief Doth grow from want, so I have here in store A means to furnish you, a bag of gold, Which to your hands I freely tender you. Susan. I thank you, Heavens! I thank you, gentle sir : God make me able to requite this favour.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will not speak to wrong a g-entleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend : I will not ; zounds ! I will not. I may choose, And I will choose. Shall I be so misled? Or shall I purchase to my father's crest The motto of a villain? If I say I will not do it, what thing can enforce me? What can compel me?
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm hurried to mine own destruction! There goest thou, the most perfect'st man That ever England bred a gentleman, And shall I wrong his bed? — Thou God of thunder! Stay, in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great, almighty, and all-judging hand From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a traitor to his friend.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - As much as is my service, or my life Is worth. All this I know; but this, and more, More by a thousand dangers, could not hire me To smother such a heinous wrong from you. I saw, and I have said.
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - In thy false dealing thou hast robb'd my heart. Booty you play, I like a loser stand, Having no heart or here, or in my hand. I will give o'er the set, I am not well.
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... me of; All which the envious Acton made me spend : And, notwithstanding all this large expense, I had much ado to gain my liberty ; And I have only now a house of pleasure With some five hundred pounds reserv'd, Both to maintain me and my loving sister.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - O God! that it were possible To undo things done; to call back yesterday! That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days, and to redeem these hours ! Or that the sun Could, rising from the west, draw his coach backward, Take from th...
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis my master's, ('sblood ! that he makes me swear) I would have placed his action, enter'd there ; I would, I would. Re-enter FRANKFORD. Frank. Oh! oh! Nich. Master, 'sblood ! Master, master ! Frank. Oh, me unhappy ! I have found them lying Close in each other's arms, and fast asleep. But that I would not damn two precious souls. Bought with my Saviour's blood, and send them, laden With all their scarlet sins upon their backs, Unto a fearful judgment, their two lives Had met upon my rapier.