The Dramatic Works of Thomas Dekker: Now First Collected with Illustrative Notes and a Memoir of the Author, Volume 4J. Pearson, 1622 |
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... woman , Top of whofe heart , the feathers of this world Are gaily ftuck : but all which first you named , And now this last , his love to me are nothing . You make me a fad messenger , Mac . But himself Enter Antoninus . Being come in ...
... woman , Top of whofe heart , the feathers of this world Are gaily ftuck : but all which first you named , And now this last , his love to me are nothing . You make me a fad messenger , Mac . But himself Enter Antoninus . Being come in ...
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... woman ? Ant . A woman ! a wrong'd Princeffe : from fuch a flar Blazing with fires of hate , what can be look'd for , But tragicall events ? My life is now The subject of her tyranny . Dor . That feare is base , Of death , when that ...
... woman ? Ant . A woman ! a wrong'd Princeffe : from fuch a flar Blazing with fires of hate , what can be look'd for , But tragicall events ? My life is now The subject of her tyranny . Dor . That feare is base , Of death , when that ...
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... woman . A fhout with- Art . What means this fhout . in , loud mufick . Sap . " Tis feconded with mufick , Enter Sempronius . Triumphant musick , ha ! Semp . My Lord , your daughters , The pillars of our faith , having converted , For fo ...
... woman . A fhout with- Art . What means this fhout . in , loud mufick . Sap . " Tis feconded with mufick , Enter Sempronius . Triumphant musick , ha ! Semp . My Lord , your daughters , The pillars of our faith , having converted , For fo ...
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... woman upright , the remembrance of whose awl , I now having nothing , thrufts fuch fcurvy stitches into my foul , that the heel of my happiness has gone awry . Spun . Pitie that ere thou trod'ft thy fhooe awry 52 The Virgin Martir .
... woman upright , the remembrance of whose awl , I now having nothing , thrufts fuch fcurvy stitches into my foul , that the heel of my happiness has gone awry . Spun . Pitie that ere thou trod'ft thy fhooe awry 52 The Virgin Martir .
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... woman almost go in her loofe gowne , and why should not we have our cloathes loose ? Spun . Wud they were loofe ? Ang . Why , where are they ? Spun . Where many a velvet cloak , I warrant , at this hour , keeps them company ; they are ...
... woman almost go in her loofe gowne , and why should not we have our cloathes loose ? Spun . Wud they were loofe ? Ang . Why , where are they ? Spun . Where many a velvet cloak , I warrant , at this hour , keeps them company ; they are ...
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Page 309 - Tis a sport to content a king. So, ho ! ho ! through the skies How the proud bird flies, And sousing kills with a grace. Now the deer falls ; hark ! how they ring.
Page 21 - Filled with bright heavenly courtiers, I dare assure you, And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in Heaven ; and, pretty mistress, If your illustrious hour-glass spend his sand No worse than yet it does, upon my life, You and I both shall meet my father there, And he shall bid you welcome.
Page 21 - I'll set that day Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body, when I, coming Forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand...
Page 384 - Dare any swear I ever tempted maiden With golden hooks flung at her chastity, To come and lose her honour? and being lost, To pay not a denier for't? Some slaves have done...
Page 353 - Saw. Bless me! the devil! Dog. Come, do not fear; I love thee much too well To hurt or fright thee; if I seem terrible, It is to such as hate me. I have found Thy love unfeign'd; have...
Page 369 - Oh gods ! — oh, mine eyes ! Sus. How now ? what ail'st thou, lad ? Win. Something hit mine eye, (it makes it water still,) Even as you said
Page 339 - Tis all thine own ; and though I cannot make thee A present payment, yet thou shalt be sure I will not fail thee. Frank. But our occasions — Sir Ar.
Page 76 - Dorothea but hereafter named, You will rise up with reverence, and no more, As things unworthy of your thoughts, remember What the canonized Spartan ladies were, Which lying Greece so boasts of. Your own matrons, Your Roman dames, whose figures you yet keep As holy relics, in her history Will find a second urn: Gracchus...
Page 366 - I'll be there, but unseen to any but thyself. Get thee gone before ; fear not my presence. I have work to-night ; I serve more masters, more dames than one. Cud. He can serve Mammon and the devil too. Dog. It shall concern thee and thy love's purchase.
Page 350 - Banks. I do, witch, I do ; and worse I would, knew I a name more hateful. What makest thou upon my ground? Saw. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me. Banks. Down with them when I bid thee, quickly ; I'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else.