Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Pericles ; London prodigal ; Thomas, Lord Cromwell ; Sir John Oldcastle ; Puritan ; Yorkshire tragedy ; LocrineJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Pàgina 2651
... Lord CROM- PATRA . CYMBELINE . PERICLES Prince of TYRE . LONDON PRODIGAL . WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 8228 553 1709 R3 AND ...
... Lord CROM- PATRA . CYMBELINE . PERICLES Prince of TYRE . LONDON PRODIGAL . WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 8228 553 1709 R3 AND ...
Pàgina 2755
... Lord . So would I , ' till you had measur'd how long a Fool you were upon the Ground . Clot . And that she should love this Fellow , and refufe me ! 2 Lord . If it be a Sin to make a true Election , he is damn'd . 1 Lord . Sir , as I ...
... Lord . So would I , ' till you had measur'd how long a Fool you were upon the Ground . Clot . And that she should love this Fellow , and refufe me ! 2 Lord . If it be a Sin to make a true Election , he is damn'd . 1 Lord . Sir , as I ...
Pàgina 2770
... Lord . No , my Lord ; nor crop the Ears of them . Clot . Whorfon Dog ! I give him fatisfaction ? Would he had been one of my Rank . 2 Lord . To have fmelt like a Fool . Clot . I am not vext more at any thing in the Earth , --- a Pox on ...
... Lord . No , my Lord ; nor crop the Ears of them . Clot . Whorfon Dog ! I give him fatisfaction ? Would he had been one of my Rank . 2 Lord . To have fmelt like a Fool . Clot . I am not vext more at any thing in the Earth , --- a Pox on ...
Pàgina 2919
... Sir , but the black Gate is before . Civ . Save you , Sir , I pray may I borrow a piece of a word with you ? Daf . No pieces , Sir . Civ . Why then the whole . I pray , Sir , what may yonder Gentlewomen be ? Daf . They may be Ladies ...
... Sir , but the black Gate is before . Civ . Save you , Sir , I pray may I borrow a piece of a word with you ? Daf . No pieces , Sir . Civ . Why then the whole . I pray , Sir , what may yonder Gentlewomen be ? Daf . They may be Ladies ...
Pàgina 2920
... Sir Lancelot , and my kind Friend , worshipful Mafter Wea thercock . What at your Pint ? a Quart for fhame . Lanc . Nay Royfter , by your leave we will away . Flow . Come , give's fome Mufick , we'll go Dance , Be gone , Sir Lancelot ...
... Sir Lancelot , and my kind Friend , worshipful Mafter Wea thercock . What at your Pint ? a Quart for fhame . Lanc . Nay Royfter , by your leave we will away . Flow . Come , give's fome Mufick , we'll go Dance , Be gone , Sir Lancelot ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ægypt againſt Antony beft Cafar Capt Captain Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cobham Crom Cromwell Cymbeline Daughter Death defire doft doth e'er Enter Eros Exeunt Exit fafe faid farewel Fath Father feem felf fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain Flowerdale fome Fortune fpeak Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gent Gods Guiderius hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hodge honeft Honour Houſe i'faith i'th Iach King Knave Knight Lady laft Lanc Locrine Lord Lord Cobham Luce Madam Mafter Mantua Mark Antony marry Miſtreſs moft Mony moſt muft muſt ne'er noble o'th Pericles pleaſe Pleaſure Poft Pofthumus Pompey pray prefent Prieft Queen reft ſhall Sifter Sir John Oldcastle Sirrah ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art Thra unto whofe Wife worfe
Passatges populars
Pàgina 2655 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Pàgina 2724 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pàgina 2661 - Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Pàgina 2672 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Pàgina 2675 - I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.
Pàgina 2727 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Pàgina 2696 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Pàgina 2787 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 2718 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 2767 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.