The Works of John Ford: The lady's trial. The sun's darling. The witch of Edmonton. Fames memorial. Poems. Honour triumphant. A line of life. Glossarial indexJ. Toovey, 1869 |
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... spirit is too high to fight for woman ; I am too full of mercy to be angry ; A foolish generous quality , from which No might of man can beat me , I'm resolv'd . Guz . Hast thou a spirit , then , ha ? speaks thy weapon 6 the Spanish ...
... spirit is too high to fight for woman ; I am too full of mercy to be angry ; A foolish generous quality , from which No might of man can beat me , I'm resolv'd . Guz . Hast thou a spirit , then , ha ? speaks thy weapon 6 the Spanish ...
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... spirits of action than to crown the issue Of feeble undertakings . Whiles my life Can stand in use , I shall no longer rate it In value , than it stirs to pay that debt I owe my country for my birth and fortunes . Mart . Which to make ...
... spirits of action than to crown the issue Of feeble undertakings . Whiles my life Can stand in use , I shall no longer rate it In value , than it stirs to pay that debt I owe my country for my birth and fortunes . Mart . Which to make ...
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... spirit ? Ben . Lev . I use not many words , the time prevents ' em : A man of quality has robb'd mine honour . Ben . Name him . Lev . Ben . Lev . Adurni . He shall bleed . Malfato Ben . Contemn'd my proffer'd love . What's my reward ...
... spirit ? Ben . Lev . I use not many words , the time prevents ' em : A man of quality has robb'd mine honour . Ben . Name him . Lev . Ben . Lev . Adurni . He shall bleed . Malfato Ben . Contemn'd my proffer'd love . What's my reward ...
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... spirits . Ful . My fortunes bid me to be wise in duels ; Else , hang't , who cares ? Guz . Already tried and known . Mine honour is my tutor , Why , there's the point ; Ful . Mine honour is my tutor too . Noble men Fight in their ...
... spirits . Ful . My fortunes bid me to be wise in duels ; Else , hang't , who cares ? Guz . Already tried and known . Mine honour is my tutor , Why , there's the point ; Ful . Mine honour is my tutor too . Noble men Fight in their ...
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... spirit by the Lady Bellisant . Mass . vol . ii . p . 243. The error , if there be one , consists simply in the accidental separation and misplacement of “ un . " From her cool'd every flame of sensual appetite . Aur 80 ACT IV . THE ...
... spirit by the Lady Bellisant . Mass . vol . ii . p . 243. The error , if there be one , consists simply in the accidental separation and misplacement of “ un . " From her cool'd every flame of sensual appetite . Aur 80 ACT IV . THE ...
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Adur Adurni amongst Amor Aurel Aurelio Auria Banks beauty Benatzi bewitched blood Cast Castanna commendation conceit Cuddy death delight deserve devil dost doth earth Edmonton Enter Exeunt Exit eye of judgment eyes fair fair lady fame favour fear folly Ford fortune Frank Futelli gentleman Gifford printed glory grac'd happy hast hath heart heaven hobby-horse honest honour hope Humour JOHN FORD Kath king lady Lady's Trial live lord Malfato marriage Mart Mountjoy never noble peace perfect Piero pity pleasure pray prince prithee Raybright RIGHT HONOURABLE SCENE scorn scurvy shalt Somerton soul speak Spin Spinella spirit Spring Sun's Darling sweet thee there's thine Thor Thorney thou truth unto vex'd virtue wife Winnifrede wise witch Witch of Edmonton woman worthy youth
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Page 253 - I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.
Page 262 - But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — Still hae a stake — I'm wae to think upo...
Page 197 - Banks. I do, witch, I do ; and worse I would, knew I a name more hateful. What makest thou upon my ground? Saw. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me. Banks. Down with them when I bid thee, quickly ; I'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else.
Page 120 - 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 gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat, Poor robin redbreast tunes his note; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing, Cuckoo...
Page 197 - ... 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 197 - What is the name, where, and by what art learn'd ? What spells, what charms, or invocations, May the thing call'd Familiar be purchased ? 1 am shunn'd And hated like a sickness : made a scorn To all degrees and sexes.
Page 201 - Or anything that's ill; so I might work Revenge upon this miser, this black cur, That barks and bites, and sucks the very blood Of me, and of my credit. Tis all one, To be a witch, as to be counted one: Vengeance, shame, ruin light upon that canker!
Page 202 - 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 120 - tis the ravished nightingale. 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.
Page 189 - Ham, by Essex : Master Ranges, that dwells by Enfield, sent him hither. He likes Kate well ; I may tell you I think she likes him as well : if they agree, I'll not hinder the match for my part. But that Warbeck is such another — I use him kindly for Master Somerton's sake; for he came hither first as a companion of his : honest men, Master Thorney, may fall into knaves