The Dramatic Works of Thomas Dekker: The virgin martir, by Philip Messenger and Thomas Deker. 1622. Brittania's honor. 1628. Londons tempe. Match mee in London. 1631. The wonder of a kingdome. 1636. The Sun's-darling, by John Foard and Tho. Decker. 1656. The witch of Edmonton, by William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, & c. 1658J. Pearson, 1873 |
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Page 433 - It was played by six people, three of each sex, who were coupled by lot. A piece of ground was then chosen, and divided into three compartments, of which the middle one was called Hell. It was the object of the couple condemned to this division, to catch the others who advanced from the two extremities ; in which case a change of situation took place, and Hell was filled by the couple, who were excluded by preoccupation from the other places. In this catching...
Page 321 - 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 320 - Tis holiday! The sun does bravely shine On our ears of corn. Rich as a pearl Comes every girl — This is mine, this is mine, this is mine! Let us die ere away they be borne. Bow to the sun, to our Queen, and that fair one Come to behold our sports: Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, As those in princes
Page 369 - 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 355 - Dear, dear Win, I hug this art of thine ; it shows how cleanly Thou canst beguile, in case occasion serve To practise ; it becomes thee : now we share Free scope enough...
Page 437 - Northumberland,* there was, in a freize near the top, in large capitals, C. jE., an enigma long inexplicable to antiquaries. Vertue found that at the period when the house was built lived Chrismas, an architect and carver of reputation, who gave the design of Aldersgate, and cut the bas-relief on it of James the First on horseback, and thence concluded that those letters signified Chrismas adificavit.
Page 365 - By some more strong in mischiefs than myself, Must I for that be made a common sink, For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one; urging, That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle,* doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse. This they enforce upon me ; and in part Make me to credit it...
Page 383 - Dock, I was almost at Gravesend. I'll never go to a wench in the dog-days again; yet 'tis cool enough. — Had you never a paw in this dog-trick? a mange take that black hide of yours ! I'll throw you in at Limehouse in some tanner's pit or other.
Page 392 - Of my unwitting sin : and then I come A crystal virgin to thee. My soul's purity Shall, with bold wings, ascend the doors of mercy ; For innocence is ever her companion. Frank. Not yet mortal ? I would not linger you, Or leave you a tongue to blab.
Page 342 - I appear forlorn, I serve for no use : 'tis my sharper breath Does purge gross exhalations from the earth ; My frosts and snows do purify the air From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair : And though by nature cold and chill I be, Yet I am warm in bounteous charity ; And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Bring you to the happy shades of paradise.