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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... honour , as resolute and prompt to frustrate its ac- complishment . This colloquy is accordingly broken in upon very ... honours and rewards waits upon his brilliant services . He is appointed admiral of Genoa , a thou- sand ducats are ...
... honour , as resolute and prompt to frustrate its ac- complishment . This colloquy is accordingly broken in upon very ... honours and rewards waits upon his brilliant services . He is appointed admiral of Genoa , a thou- sand ducats are ...
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... honours and rewards come too late . The star , which had shed light and hap- piness on the more straitened fortunes of Auria , had dis- appeared ; his home is desolate , and in the phrenzied anguish of the moment his sword is almost ...
... honours and rewards come too late . The star , which had shed light and hap- piness on the more straitened fortunes of Auria , had dis- appeared ; his home is desolate , and in the phrenzied anguish of the moment his sword is almost ...
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... the great duke of Florence.- Piero . Blockhead ! To run from such an armful of pleasures , The newest news ? unvamp'd ? ] i . e . fresh , genuine , not patched up . - GIFFORD . For gaining - what ? -a bloody nose of honour.
... the great duke of Florence.- Piero . Blockhead ! To run from such an armful of pleasures , The newest news ? unvamp'd ? ] i . e . fresh , genuine , not patched up . - GIFFORD . For gaining - what ? -a bloody nose of honour.
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... honour'd Auria , life and safety ; Return crown'd with a victory , whose wreath Of triumph may advance thy country's glory , Worthy your name and ancestors ! Aur . My lord , I shall not live to thrive in any action Deserving memory ...
... honour'd Auria , life and safety ; Return crown'd with a victory , whose wreath Of triumph may advance thy country's glory , Worthy your name and ancestors ! Aur . My lord , I shall not live to thrive in any action Deserving memory ...
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... honour : what my tongue Hath utter'd , Auria , is but honest doubt , And you are wise enough in the construction . Aur . Necessity must arm my confidence , Which , if I live to triumph over , friend , And e'er come back in plenty , I ...
... honour : what my tongue Hath utter'd , Auria , is but honest doubt , And you are wise enough in the construction . Aur . Necessity must arm my confidence , Which , if I live to triumph over , friend , And e'er come back in plenty , I ...
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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.