Dramatic Works of John Ford ...J. Murray, 1827 - Dramatists, English |
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... honesty and truth . Take heed you do not dally with the king , He is wise as he is gentle . Clif . I am miserable , If Henry be not merciful . Urs . The king comes . Enter King HENRY . K. Hen . Clifford ! Clif . ( Kneels . ) Let my weak ...
... honesty and truth . Take heed you do not dally with the king , He is wise as he is gentle . Clif . I am miserable , If Henry be not merciful . Urs . The king comes . Enter King HENRY . K. Hen . Clifford ! Clif . ( Kneels . ) Let my weak ...
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... laugh'd at For honest souls through Christendom ! my father Hath a weak stomach to the business , madam , But that the king must not be cross'd . Countess . He brings A goodly troop , they say 32 ACT II . PERKIN WARBECK .
... laugh'd at For honest souls through Christendom ! my father Hath a weak stomach to the business , madam , But that the king must not be cross'd . Countess . He brings A goodly troop , they say 32 ACT II . PERKIN WARBECK .
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... honest trades ; no matter , They will break forth in season . Jane . Or break out ; For most of them are broken by report.- [ Music . The king ! Kath . Let us observe them and be silent . A Flourish . - Enter King JAMES , HUNTLEY , CRAW ...
... honest trades ; no matter , They will break forth in season . Jane . Or break out ; For most of them are broken by report.- [ Music . The king ! Kath . Let us observe them and be silent . A Flourish . - Enter King JAMES , HUNTLEY , CRAW ...
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... honest heart ; You were ever my good lady . Kath . Oh , dear souls , Your shares in grief are too too much . Dal . I bring , Enter DALYell . Fair princess , news of further sadness yet , Than your sweet youth hath been acquainted with ...
... honest heart ; You were ever my good lady . Kath . Oh , dear souls , Your shares in grief are too too much . Dal . I bring , Enter DALYell . Fair princess , news of further sadness yet , Than your sweet youth hath been acquainted with ...
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... honest truth ; He studies to be wise betimes . Has , Urswick , Sir Rice ap Thomas , and lord Brook , our steward , Return'd the Western gentlemen full thanks , From us , for their tried loyalties ? Urs . They have ; Which , as if life ...
... honest truth ; He studies to be wise betimes . Has , Urswick , Sir Rice ap Thomas , and lord Brook , our steward , Return'd the Western gentlemen full thanks , From us , for their tried loyalties ? Urs . They have ; Which , as if life ...
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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.