Dramatic Works of John Ford ...J. Murray, 1827 - Dramatists, English |
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... AND NOBLE THE LADY'S TRIAL . • THE SUN'S DARLING · THE WITCH OF EDMONTON FAME'S MEMORIAL . · VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON GLOSSARIAL INDEX Page 1 129 • 249 · $ 59 • 439 561 • 610 613 ERRATA . Page 362 , note , for Lewis ,
... AND NOBLE THE LADY'S TRIAL . • THE SUN'S DARLING · THE WITCH OF EDMONTON FAME'S MEMORIAL . · VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON GLOSSARIAL INDEX Page 1 129 • 249 · $ 59 • 439 561 • 610 613 ERRATA . Page 362 , note , for Lewis ,
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... fame That speaks your merit , even in vulgar tongues , Proclaims it clear ; but in the best , a precedent . Hunt . Good wench , good girl , i ' faith ! Kath . For my part , trust me , I value mine own worth at higher rate , ' Cause you ...
... fame That speaks your merit , even in vulgar tongues , Proclaims it clear ; but in the best , a precedent . Hunt . Good wench , good girl , i ' faith ! Kath . For my part , trust me , I value mine own worth at higher rate , ' Cause you ...
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... fame their names too much ; their godfathers May be beholding to them , but their fathers Scarce owe them thanks : they are disguised princes , ' Brought up it seems to honest trades ; no matter , They will break forth in season . Jane ...
... fame their names too much ; their godfathers May be beholding to them , but their fathers Scarce owe them thanks : they are disguised princes , ' Brought up it seems to honest trades ; no matter , They will break forth in season . Jane ...
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... Fame in success , or glory in our ends . [ Exeunt . 4 With hot loaves and butter ] Our ancestors must have found something peculiarly amusing in a taylor's breakfast , to justify the comic writers in these eternal references to it . It ...
... Fame in success , or glory in our ends . [ Exeunt . 4 With hot loaves and butter ] Our ancestors must have found something peculiarly amusing in a taylor's breakfast , to justify the comic writers in these eternal references to it . It ...
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... fame of my designs Soars higher , than report of ease and sloth Can aim at ; I acknowledge all your favours Boundless and singular ; am only wretched In words as well as means , to thank the 90 ACT IV . PERKIN WARBECK .
... fame of my designs Soars higher , than report of ease and sloth Can aim at ; I acknowledge all your favours Boundless and singular ; am only wretched In words as well as means , to thank the 90 ACT IV . PERKIN WARBECK .
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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.