Dramatic Works of John Ford ...J. Murray, 1827 - Dramatists, English |
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... heart Is figured on thy tongue ; nor think we less Of any's here . How closely we have hunted ----- This cub ( since he unlodg'd ) from hole to hole , Your knowledge is our chronicle ; first Ireland , The common stage of novelty ...
... heart Is figured on thy tongue ; nor think we less Of any's here . How closely we have hunted ----- This cub ( since he unlodg'd ) from hole to hole , Your knowledge is our chronicle ; first Ireland , The common stage of novelty ...
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... heart : He courts thee for affection , I for duty ; He as a servant pleads ; but by the privilege Of nature , though I might command , my care Shall only counsel what it shall not force . Thou canst but make one choice ; the ties of mar ...
... heart : He courts thee for affection , I for duty ; He as a servant pleads ; but by the privilege Of nature , though I might command , my care Shall only counsel what it shall not force . Thou canst but make one choice ; the ties of mar ...
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... heart , like peace , Creating every other hour a jubilee . Kath . To you , my lord of Dalyell , I address Some few remaining words : the general fame That speaks your merit , even in vulgar tongues , Proclaims it clear ; but in the best ...
... heart , like peace , Creating every other hour a jubilee . Kath . To you , my lord of Dalyell , I address Some few remaining words : the general fame That speaks your merit , even in vulgar tongues , Proclaims it clear ; but in the best ...
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... heart and actions . K. Hen . Some Irish heads work in this mine of treason ; Speak them . Clif . Not any of the best ; your fortune Hath dull'd their spleens . Never had counterfeit Such a confused rabble of lost bankrupts For ...
... heart and actions . K. Hen . Some Irish heads work in this mine of treason ; Speak them . Clif . Not any of the best ; your fortune Hath dull'd their spleens . Never had counterfeit Such a confused rabble of lost bankrupts For ...
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... heart , or he his own ? Urs . The night doth waste , this passion ill be- comes you ; Provide against your danger . K. Hen . Let it be so . Urswick , command straight Stanley to his cham- ber . " Tis well we are i ' th ' Tower ; set a ...
... heart , or he his own ? Urs . The night doth waste , this passion ill be- comes you ; Provide against your danger . K. Hen . Let it be so . Urswick , command straight Stanley to his cham- ber . " Tis well we are i ' th ' Tower ; set a ...
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Adur Adurni amongst Aurel Aurelio Auria blood brave brother Cast Castamela Castanna Clarington court Dalyell dare dear devil doth ducats Earl Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame favour Flav Folly Ford fortunes Frank Frion Futelli gentleman grace hath heart heaven hobby-horse honest honour hope humour husband Is't JOHN FORD Kath king lady Lady's Trial live Livio lord Lord Bacon Malfato marriage master never noble peace PERKIN WARBECK Piero pity pleasure pray prince prithee Raybright Romanello SCENE scorn scurvy Sir William Stanley sister Somerton soul Spadone speak Spinella Spring Sun's Darling sweet thee there's thine Thor Thorney thou art thou hast Troy Troylo truth twill unto Urswick Warbeck wife Winnifrede witch WITCH OF EDMONTON word
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Page 468 - Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together 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...
Page 468 - ... 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 ; and here comes one Of my chief adversaries.
Page 126 - We'll lead them on courageously ; I read A triumph over tyranny upon Their several foreheads. Faint not in the moment Of victory ! our ends, and Warwick's head, Innocent Warwick's head, (for we are prol'ogue But to his tragedy) conclude the wonder Of Henry's fears ;7 and then the glorious race Of fourteen kings, Plantagenets, determines In this last issue male...
Page 93 - Duresme, a wise man, and one that could see through the present to the future, doubting as much before, had caused his castle of Norham to be strongly fortified, and furnished with all kind of munition : and had manned it likewise with a very great number of tall soldiers, more than for the proportion of the castle, reckoning rather upon a sharp assault, than a long siege. And...
Page 472 - 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.
Page 521 - These, by enchantments, can whole lordships change To trunks of rich attire; turn ploughs and teams To Flanders mares and coaches; and huge trains Of servitors, to a French butterfly. Have you not city-witches, who can turn Their husbands...
Page 91 - More loth to part with such a great example Of virtue than all other mere respects. But, sir, my last suit is, you will not force From me what you have given, — this chaste lady, Resolved on all extremes.
Page 475 - After such covenants seal'd, see full revenge On all that wrong me ? Dog. Ha, ha ! silly woman ! The devil is no liar to such as he loves — Didst ever know or hear the devil a liar To such as he affects '. Saw. Then I am thine ; at least so much of me As I can call mine own — Dog.
Page 417 - CAST away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow: Money is trash; and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, Fortune will send it.
Page 380 - Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.