The Dramatic Works of John Ford: The lady's trial. The sun's garling. The witch of Edmonton. Love's sacrifice. The fancies, chaste and nobleJ. Murray, 1831 |
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... truth and care . Cast . My sister shall to me stand an example , Of pouring free devotions for your safety . Aur . Gentle Castanna , thou'rt a branch of good- ness Grown on the self - same stock with my Spinella.- But why , my dear ...
... truth and care . Cast . My sister shall to me stand an example , Of pouring free devotions for your safety . Aur . Gentle Castanna , thou'rt a branch of good- ness Grown on the self - same stock with my Spinella.- But why , my dear ...
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... truth , Castanna . Spi . I grant it truth ; yet Auria , I'm a woman , And therefore apt to fear : to show my duty , And not to take heart from you , I'll walk from you , At your command , and not so much as trouble Your thought with one ...
... truth , Castanna . Spi . I grant it truth ; yet Auria , I'm a woman , And therefore apt to fear : to show my duty , And not to take heart from you , I'll walk from you , At your command , and not so much as trouble Your thought with one ...
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... truth and secrecy . " Such medley Of passion yet I never saw in woman . Adur . In woman ? thou'rt deceiv'd ; but that we both Had mothers , I could say how women are , In their own natures , models of mere change ; Of change of what is ...
... truth and secrecy . " Such medley Of passion yet I never saw in woman . Adur . In woman ? thou'rt deceiv'd ; but that we both Had mothers , I could say how women are , In their own natures , models of mere change ; Of change of what is ...
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... truth Of what I roved at , and with more than praise Approv'd her judgment in so high a strain , Without comparison , my honour'd lord , That soon we both concluded of the man , The match and business . Adur . For delivering A letter to ...
... truth Of what I roved at , and with more than praise Approv'd her judgment in so high a strain , Without comparison , my honour'd lord , That soon we both concluded of the man , The match and business . Adur . For delivering A letter to ...
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... truth and hopes . This wit Futelli brings a suit of love From Levidolche , one , however mask'd In colourable privacy , is famed The Lord Adurni's pensioner , at least . Am I a husband pick'd out for a strumpet ? For a cast suit of ...
... truth and hopes . This wit Futelli brings a suit of love From Levidolche , one , however mask'd In colourable privacy , is famed The Lord Adurni's pensioner , at least . Am I a husband pick'd out for a strumpet ? For a cast suit of ...
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Adur Adurni Amor Amoretta art thou Aurel Aurelio Auria beauty Benatzi Bian Bianca blood brave canst Caraffa Cast Castanna cousin creature Cuddy D'Av D'AVOLOS dare devil dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Fern Fernando Fior Flav folly Frank Fulgoso Futelli Genoa gentlemen GIFFORD hath hear heart Heaven hobby-horse honest honour humour husband JOHN FORD Kath lady LADY'S TRIAL Levidolche live lord LOVE'S SACRIFICE madam maid Malfato marriage married Mart master Thorney morrice mother Sawyer never noble Piero pity pleasure pray prince prithee Raybright SCENE I.-A scorn scurvy shalt sister Somerton soul speak Spin Spinella Spring SUN'S DARLING sweet thee There's thine Thor thou art thou hast Trel TRELCATIO twas Warbeck wife Winnifrede witch WITCH OF EDMONTON woman youth
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Page 226 - It may please your grace to understand that witches and sorcerers within these few last years are marvellously increased within your grace's realm. Your grace's subjects pine away, even unto the death ; their colour fadeth, their flesh rotteth, their speech is benumbed, their senses are bereft. I pray God they never practise further than upon the subject.
Page 224 - No blood to moisten these sweet lips of thine. Stand on thy hind-legs up. Kiss me, my Tommy, And rub away some wrinkles on my brow, By making my old ribs to shrug for joy Of thy fine tricks. What hast thou done ? Let's tickle. Hast thou struck the horse lame as I bid thee? Dog. Yes ; And nipp'd the sucking child. Saw. Ho, ho, my dainty, My little pearl ! No lady loves her hound, Monkey, or parakeet, as I do thee.
Page 240 - Show but his swarth cheek to me, let earth cleave And break from hell, I care not !— could I run Like a swift powder-mine beneath the world, Up would I blow it all, to find out thee, Though I lay ruin'd in it. Not yet come ! I must then fall to my old prayer : Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.
Page 275 - With shame and passion now I must confess, Since first mine eyes beheld you, in my heart You have been only king. If there can be A violence in love, then I have felt That tyranny : be record to my soul The justice which I for this folly fear...
Page 191 - Now smile, then weep; now pale, then crimson red: You are the powerful moon of my blood's sea, To make it ebb or flow into my face, As your looks change.
Page 176 - Saw. Strike, do: and wither'd may that hand and arm Whose blows have lam'd me, drop from the rotten trunk. Abuse me ! beat me! call me hag and witch ! What is the name, where, and by what art learn'd ? What spells, or charms, or invocations, May the thing call'd Familiar be purchased ? I am shunn'd And hated like a sickness: made a scorn To all degrees and sexes.
Page 175 - 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 ? 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...
Page 264 - Philippo and Fernando Shall be without distinction. Look, Bianca, On this good man ; in all respects to him Be as to me : only the name of husband, And reverent observance of our bed, Shall differ us in persons, else in soul We are all one.
Page 222 - Flanders mares and coaches ; and huge trains Of servitors, to a French butterfly. Have you not city-witches, who can turn Their husbands...
Page 219 - Banks. Pray, master Justice what-do-you-call'em, hear me but in one thing. This grumbling devil owes me, I know, no good-will ever since I fell out with her. Saw. And brak'st my back with beating me.