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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... Hold thy peace , man ; It makes for us : he comes , let's part demurely . [ They take different sides . Enter ADURNI and AURIA . Adur . We wish thee , honour'd Auria , life and safety ; Return crown'd with a victory , whose wreath Of ...
... Hold thy peace , man ; It makes for us : he comes , let's part demurely . [ They take different sides . Enter ADURNI and AURIA . Adur . We wish thee , honour'd Auria , life and safety ; Return crown'd with a victory , whose wreath Of ...
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... hold Dispute with reputations , why , before * In plainer language- " Do not appear abroad so parti- cularly dressed as to invite attention , and prompt the gazer's eye , or voice ( clamorous voice , if the reader pleases ) to report ...
... hold Dispute with reputations , why , before * In plainer language- " Do not appear abroad so parti- cularly dressed as to invite attention , and prompt the gazer's eye , or voice ( clamorous voice , if the reader pleases ) to report ...
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... Hold her then fast . Guz . As fast as can the arms Of strong imagination hold her . Fut . No , She has skipt your hold ; my imagination's eyes Perceive , she not endures the touch or scent Of your war over - worn habiliments , Which I ...
... Hold her then fast . Guz . As fast as can the arms Of strong imagination hold her . Fut . No , She has skipt your hold ; my imagination's eyes Perceive , she not endures the touch or scent Of your war over - worn habiliments , Which I ...
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... hold him to't . A Ful . ' Protest , a fine conceit , very fine conceit ; and thus I told her , That for mine own part , if she lik'd me , so ! If not , not ; for " my duck , or doe , " said I , " It is no fault of mine that I am noble ...
... hold him to't . A Ful . ' Protest , a fine conceit , very fine conceit ; and thus I told her , That for mine own part , if she lik'd me , so ! If not , not ; for " my duck , or doe , " said I , " It is no fault of mine that I am noble ...
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... hold me . Ful . Hold me too , Sirrah , if thou'rt my friend , for I love no fighting ; Yet hold me , lest in pity I fly off : If I must fight , I must ; in a scurvy quarrel I defy he's and she's : twit me with Dutch ! Hang Dutch and ...
... hold me . Ful . Hold me too , Sirrah , if thou'rt my friend , for I love no fighting ; Yet hold me , lest in pity I fly off : If I must fight , I must ; in a scurvy quarrel I defy he's and she's : twit me with Dutch ! Hang Dutch and ...
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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.