A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Volume 2Septimus Prowett, 1825 - English drama |
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... dead with some foul disease , or so hardened with weather , only " to make you believe he is out of his wits ) : he calls himself by " the name of Poor Tom , and coming near any body cries out , " Poor Tom is a cold . Of these Abraham ...
... dead with some foul disease , or so hardened with weather , only " to make you believe he is out of his wits ) : he calls himself by " the name of Poor Tom , and coming near any body cries out , " Poor Tom is a cold . Of these Abraham ...
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... dead , Shall never come within her lyps , one inch of meate ne bread . Hodge . By'r ladie , cham not very glad to see her in this dumpe ; Cholde a noble her stole hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were ...
... dead , Shall never come within her lyps , one inch of meate ne bread . Hodge . By'r ladie , cham not very glad to see her in this dumpe ; Cholde a noble her stole hath fallen , and shee hath broke her rumpe . Tib . Nay , and that were ...
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... dead , Where there is not one sparke so byg as a pyn's head : * At last in a darke corner two sparkes he thought he sees , Which where indede nought els , but Gyb our cat's two eyes . 18 Alas , my neele we shall never mete ! adue , adue ...
... dead , Where there is not one sparke so byg as a pyn's head : * At last in a darke corner two sparkes he thought he sees , Which where indede nought els , but Gyb our cat's two eyes . 18 Alas , my neele we shall never mete ! adue , adue ...
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... dead , if ye leave them on the ruste . Chat . The knave dare as wel go hang himself , as go upon my ground . Diccon . Wel , yet take hede , I say , I must tel you my tale round : Have you not about your house , behind your furnace or ...
... dead , if ye leave them on the ruste . Chat . The knave dare as wel go hang himself , as go upon my ground . Diccon . Wel , yet take hede , I say , I must tel you my tale round : Have you not about your house , behind your furnace or ...
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... dead hopes . If your sacred majestie thinke me unworthy , and that , after x yeares tempest , I must att the court suffer shipwrack of my ty me , my wittes , my hopes , vouch safe in your neuer - erring judgment , some plank or refter ...
... dead hopes . If your sacred majestie thinke me unworthy , and that , after x yeares tempest , I must att the court suffer shipwrack of my ty me , my wittes , my hopes , vouch safe in your neuer - erring judgment , some plank or refter ...
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Page 129 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Page 317 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay...
Page 340 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
Page 403 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Page 334 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
Page 383 - But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly* led; They pass* not for thy frowns as late they did, But seek to make a new-elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments, And in this torment comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head ; And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
Page 398 - LIGHT. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were us'd, For she relents at this your misery : And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state ? EDW. Weep'st thou already ? list awhile to me, And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.
Page 324 - He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say, "Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.
Page 384 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Page 405 - The troublesome Raigne and lamentable Death of Edward the Second, King of England: with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer.