A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, Volume 7Septimus Prowett, 1825 - English drama |
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... look . " It There seems every probability that the play when originally pro- duced had some other title , until the excellence of Green's perform- ance , and his mode of delivering Tu quoque , gave it his name . could scarcely be ...
... look . " It There seems every probability that the play when originally pro- duced had some other title , until the excellence of Green's perform- ance , and his mode of delivering Tu quoque , gave it his name . could scarcely be ...
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... look , sir ? Spendall . How now ! what news ? Wench . Mistress Tickleman has sent you a letter , and expects your company at night : and entreats you to send her an angel , whether you can come or whe- ther you cannot . [ Spendall reads ...
... look , sir ? Spendall . How now ! what news ? Wench . Mistress Tickleman has sent you a letter , and expects your company at night : and entreats you to send her an angel , whether you can come or whe- ther you cannot . [ Spendall reads ...
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... Look upon't ; ' tis close wrought , and has an excellent gloss . Longfield . Aye , I see't . Spendall . Pray , sir ... looks on heaven , and not admires the work ? Who views a well - cut diamond does not praise The beauty of the stone ...
... Look upon't ; ' tis close wrought , and has an excellent gloss . Longfield . Aye , I see't . Spendall . Pray , sir ... looks on heaven , and not admires the work ? Who views a well - cut diamond does not praise The beauty of the stone ...
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... look'd for't long ; Thanks unto thee , my friend , and goodman Thong . Enter Mr. BLANK . Staines . Certainly this news is true ; for see , another : by this light , his scrivener ! --- Now , Master Blank , whither away so fast ? Blank ...
... look'd for't long ; Thanks unto thee , my friend , and goodman Thong . Enter Mr. BLANK . Staines . Certainly this news is true ; for see , another : by this light , his scrivener ! --- Now , Master Blank , whither away so fast ? Blank ...
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... happy were we then , That we might glory over love - sick men ! But arts we know not , nor have any skill , To feign a sour look to a pleasing will ; Enter JOICE . Nor couch a secret love in shew 22 22 GREEN'S TU QUOQUE .
... happy were we then , That we might glory over love - sick men ! But arts we know not , nor have any skill , To feign a sour look to a pleasing will ; Enter JOICE . Nor couch a secret love in shew 22 22 GREEN'S TU QUOQUE .
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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.