A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Volume 7Septimus Prowett, 1825 - English drama |
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... give him dying , actions second wreath , " That second'd him in action and in death . " In actorem Mimicum cui vix parem cernimus superstitem . Quæcunque orta sunt occidunt . Sallust . Ver vireat quod te peperit ( viridissima proles ) ...
... give him dying , actions second wreath , " That second'd him in action and in death . " In actorem Mimicum cui vix parem cernimus superstitem . Quæcunque orta sunt occidunt . Sallust . Ver vireat quod te peperit ( viridissima proles ) ...
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... give you mine for nothing . If you were my own bro- ther , I'd put it into your hands . Look upon't ; ' tis close wrought , and has an excellent gloss . Longfield . Aye , I see't . Spendall . Pray , sir , come into the next room : I'll ...
... give you mine for nothing . If you were my own bro- ther , I'd put it into your hands . Look upon't ; ' tis close wrought , and has an excellent gloss . Longfield . Aye , I see't . Spendall . Pray , sir , come into the next room : I'll ...
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... give you one , would you refrain , On that condition , ne'er to beg again ? Geraldine . I dare not grant to that . Gartred . Then't seems you have , Tho ' you get nothing , a delight to crave . One will not hurt my lip , which you may ...
... give you one , would you refrain , On that condition , ne'er to beg again ? Geraldine . I dare not grant to that . Gartred . Then't seems you have , Tho ' you get nothing , a delight to crave . One will not hurt my lip , which you may ...
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... give your worship joy , sir . here he Sir Lionel Rash . O Frank ! I have the worship now in the right kind ; the sword of my knighthood sticks still upon my shoulders , and I feel the blow in my purse ; it has cut two leather bags ...
... give your worship joy , sir . here he Sir Lionel Rash . O Frank ! I have the worship now in the right kind ; the sword of my knighthood sticks still upon my shoulders , and I feel the blow in my purse ; it has cut two leather bags ...
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... give thee entertainment : tell him , upon the stony rock of his merciless heart my fortunes suffer shipwreck . Bubble . I will tell him he is an usuring rascal , and one that would do the commonwealth good , if he were hang'd . Staines ...
... give thee entertainment : tell him , upon the stony rock of his merciless heart my fortunes suffer shipwreck . Bubble . I will tell him he is an usuring rascal , and one that would do the commonwealth good , if he were hang'd . Staines ...
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Page 111 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 398 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 260 - Fair mistress, as I understand your grief Doth grow from want, so I have here in store A means to furnish you, a bag of gold, Which to your hands I freely tender you. Susan. I thank you, Heavens! I thank you, gentle sir : God make me able to requite this favour.
Page 245 - I will not speak to wrong a g-entleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend : I will not ; zounds ! I will not. I may choose, And I will choose. Shall I be so misled? Or shall I purchase to my father's crest The motto of a villain? If I say I will not do it, what thing can enforce me? What can compel me?
Page 242 - I'm hurried to mine own destruction! There goest thou, the most perfect'st man That ever England bred a gentleman, And shall I wrong his bed? — Thou God of thunder! Stay, in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great, almighty, and all-judging hand From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a traitor to his friend.
Page 253 - As much as is my service, or my life Is worth. All this I know; but this, and more, More by a thousand dangers, could not hire me To smother such a heinous wrong from you. I saw, and I have said.
Page 257 - In thy false dealing thou hast robb'd my heart. Booty you play, I like a loser stand, Having no heart or here, or in my hand. I will give o'er the set, I am not well.
Page 242 - ... me of; All which the envious Acton made me spend : And, notwithstanding all this large expense, I had much ado to gain my liberty ; And I have only now a house of pleasure With some five hundred pounds reserv'd, Both to maintain me and my loving sister.
Page 271 - O God! that it were possible To undo things done; to call back yesterday! That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days, and to redeem these hours ! Or that the sun Could, rising from the west, draw his coach backward, Take from th...
Page 270 - tis my master's, ('sblood ! that he makes me swear) I would have placed his action, enter'd there ; I would, I would. Re-enter FRANKFORD. Frank. Oh! oh! Nich. Master, 'sblood ! Master, master ! Frank. Oh, me unhappy ! I have found them lying Close in each other's arms, and fast asleep. But that I would not damn two precious souls. Bought with my Saviour's blood, and send them, laden With all their scarlet sins upon their backs, Unto a fearful judgment, their two lives Had met upon my rapier.