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Agrip Andel Banks Bell better Bots Cand comes court crown Dekker devil dost Duke Edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Eyre face fair faith fall father Firk follow fool Fortune Frank French gentlemen George give gold hand hang hast hath head hear heart Heaven here's Hodge hold honest honour hope husband I'll Jane keep King lady leave Lincoln live London look lord married master Mayor mean mistress never once play poor pray presently Ralph Rose SCENE serve Shad shalt Sir Arth soul speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thine thing thou true turn Virtue whore wife witch woman
Page 176 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.
Page 37 - Hodge, heave up thine ears ; mistress, smug up 3 your looks ; on with your best apparel ; my master is chosen, my master is called, nay, condemned by the cry of the country to be sheriff of the city for this famous year now to come. And time now being, a great many men in black gowns were asked for their voices and their hands' 1 Serve me, and I'll serve thee.
Page 46 - I love you as a husband loves a wife ; That, and no other love, my love requires. Thy wealth, I know, is little; my desires Thirst not for gold. Sweet, beauteous Jane, what's mine Shall, if thou make myself thine, all be thine.
Page 42 - Eyre. O my lord mayor, a crew of good fellows that for love to your honour are come hither with a morrisdance. Come in, my Mesopotamians, cheerily. Enter HODGE, HANS, RALPH, FIRK, and other Shoemakers, in a morris ; after a little dancing the LORD MAYOR speaks. L. Mayor. Master Eyre, are all these shoemakers ? Eyre. All cordwainers, my good lord mayor. Rose. (Aside.) How like my Lacy looks yond
Page 345 - The Witch of Edmonton, a known true story. Composed into a tragi-comedy by divers well-esteemed Poets; William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, &c. Acted by the Princes Servants, often at the Cock-Pit in Drury-Lane, once at Court, with singular Applause.
Page 137 - tis read ; False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all...
Page 41 - But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo; See where she sitteth: come away, my joy; Come away, I prithee: I do not like the cuckoo Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
Page 366 - And hated like a sickness : made a scorn To all degrees and sexes. I have heard old beldams Talk of Familiars in the shape of mice, Rats, ferrets, weasels, and I wot not what, That have appear'd ; and suck'd, some say, their blood.