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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... thee more , forgive me then , If I conclude I may be miserable , Most miserable . Cast . And such conclusion , sister , Argues effects of a distrust more voluntary Than cause by likelihood . Aur . ' Tis truth , Castanna . Spi . I grant ...
... thee more , forgive me then , If I conclude I may be miserable , Most miserable . Cast . And such conclusion , sister , Argues effects of a distrust more voluntary Than cause by likelihood . Aur . ' Tis truth , Castanna . Spi . I grant ...
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... thee [ thus ] , Futelli , knowing Thy love to me ? Fut . There lies , my lord , her cunning , Rather her craft : first she began , what pity It was that men should differ in estates Without proportion ; some so strangely rich , Others ...
... thee [ thus ] , Futelli , knowing Thy love to me ? Fut . There lies , my lord , her cunning , Rather her craft : first she began , what pity It was that men should differ in estates Without proportion ; some so strangely rich , Others ...
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... thee thy directions ; tell this lord He ventur'd on a foolish policy In aiming at the scandal of my blood ; The trick is childish , base , -say , base . Fut . Aurel . Be wise , Malfato . Mal . You wrong him . Say , I know this whore ...
... thee thy directions ; tell this lord He ventur'd on a foolish policy In aiming at the scandal of my blood ; The trick is childish , base , -say , base . Fut . Aurel . Be wise , Malfato . Mal . You wrong him . Say , I know this whore ...
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... thee into an ague : hang't , Be sociable ; drink till we roar and scratch ; Then drink ourselves asleep again : —the fashion ! Thou dost not know the fashion . Guz . Her fair eyes , Like to a pair of pointed beams drawn from The sun's ...
... thee into an ague : hang't , Be sociable ; drink till we roar and scratch ; Then drink ourselves asleep again : —the fashion ! Thou dost not know the fashion . Guz . Her fair eyes , Like to a pair of pointed beams drawn from The sun's ...
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... thee , vow my services , my blood , my sinews to thee , sweet sovereign of largess and liber- ality . A French tailor - neat ! -Persian cook - dainty ! Greek wines - rich ! -Flanders mares- -stately ! — Spanish salads - poignant ...
... thee , vow my services , my blood , my sinews to thee , sweet sovereign of largess and liber- ality . A French tailor - neat ! -Persian cook - dainty ! Greek wines - rich ! -Flanders mares- -stately ! — Spanish salads - poignant ...
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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