The Works of John Marston: Eastward ho. The insatiate countess. The metamorphosis of Pygmalion's image, and certain satires. The scourge of villainy. Entertainment of Alice, dowager-countess of Derby. City pageant. Verses from Chester's Love's martyr. The mountebank's masque. Commendatory verses prefixed to Ben Jonson's sejanusJ.C. Nimmo, 1887 |
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Page 379 - To veil both me and my rude poesy. Far worthier lines in silence of thy state Do sleep securely, free from love or hate, From which this living ne'er can be exempt, But whilst it breathes will hate and fury tempt. Then close his eyes with thy all-dimming hand, Which not right glorious actions can withstand. Peace, hateful tongues, I now in silence pace; Unless some hound do wake me from my place, I with this sharp, yet well-meant poesy, Will sleep secure, right free from injury Of cankered hate or...
Page 99 - I'll sweep the chamber soon at night, and set a dish of water o' the hearth. A fairy may come, and bring a pearl or a diamond. We do not know, Sin. Or, there may be a pot of gold hid o' the backside,1 if we had tools to dig for't? Why may not we two rise early i' the morning, Sin, afore anybody is up, and find a jewel i' the streets worth a hundred pound?
Page 39 - Faith, to seek her fortune, I think. I said I had a castle and land eastward, and eastward she will, without contradiction ; her coach and the coach of the sun must meet 15 full butt.
Page 132 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 120 - As heartily as I would be forgiven, knight. Dear father, give me your blessing, and forgive me too ; I ha' been proud and lascivious, father; and a fool, father ; and being raised to the state of a wanton coy thing, called a lady, father ; have scorned you, father, and my sister, and my sister's velvet cap too ; and would make a mouth at the city as I rid through it ; and stop mine ears at Bow-bell. I have said your beard was a base one, father; and that you looked like Twierpipe the taberer; and...
Page 12 - Wilt thou cry, what is't ye lack ? Stand with a bare pate and a dropping nose, under a wooden penthouse, and art a gentleman ? Wilt thou bear tankards, and mayst no bear arms? Be ruled, turn gallant, Eastward ho, ta ly re, ly re, ro. 'Who calls Hieronimo? Speak here I am'.
Page 65 - ... a few industrious Scots, perhaps, who, indeed, are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on't, in the world than they are.
Page 105 - Hole if we would let him. I never knew or saw prisoners more penitent, or more devout. They will sit you up all night singing of psalms and edifying the whole prison. Only Security sings a note too high sometimes, because he lies i' the two-penny ward, far off, and cannot take his tune.
Page 34 - Francis says) ; and all for greedy desire to enrich themselves with unconscionable gain, two for one, or so; where I, and such other honest men as live by lending money, are content with moderate profit ; thirty or forty...
Page 88 - Wife, no man loves his fetters, be they made of gold. I list not ha' my head fastened under my child's girdle ; as she has brewed, so let her drink, o