The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volume 9J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750 |
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... draw them all upon me In my firft State I had no Enemies ; I was fecure , while I did grow beneath This Expectation ; humble Vallies thrive with Their Bofoms full of Flowers , when the Hills melt With Lightning , and rough Anger of the ...
... draw them all upon me In my firft State I had no Enemies ; I was fecure , while I did grow beneath This Expectation ; humble Vallies thrive with Their Bofoms full of Flowers , when the Hills melt With Lightning , and rough Anger of the ...
Page 59
... drawn by you from the strait Paths of Virtue Into the Maze of Love ? Dem . I fee Compaffion in thy Eye , that chides me : If I have either Soul , but what's contain'd Within thefe Words , or if one Syllable Of their full Force be not ...
... drawn by you from the strait Paths of Virtue Into the Maze of Love ? Dem . I fee Compaffion in thy Eye , that chides me : If I have either Soul , but what's contain'd Within thefe Words , or if one Syllable Of their full Force be not ...
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... drawn Again to love you , but ' tis now too late ; A low Obedience fhall become me best . May all the Joys I want Still wait on you ; if time hereafter tell you , That Sorrow for your Fault hath ftruck me dead , May one foft Tear dropt ...
... drawn Again to love you , but ' tis now too late ; A low Obedience fhall become me best . May all the Joys I want Still wait on you ; if time hereafter tell you , That Sorrow for your Fault hath ftruck me dead , May one foft Tear dropt ...
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... drawn to love me Again , that was confented to in Heav'n ? A Kingdom firft betray'd my ambitious Soul To forget thee ; that , and the flattering Glories , How willingly Demetrius does refign , The Angels know : Thus naked without Titles ...
... drawn to love me Again , that was confented to in Heav'n ? A Kingdom firft betray'd my ambitious Soul To forget thee ; that , and the flattering Glories , How willingly Demetrius does refign , The Angels know : Thus naked without Titles ...
Page 93
... draw your Swords ; Ye fay ye're miferable . Alb . Nay , hold good Tibalt . Tib . Captain , let me correct ' em ; I'll make ye ten times worfe ; I will not leave ' em For For look ye , Fighting's as nourishing to me as The Sea - Voyage . 93.
... draw your Swords ; Ye fay ye're miferable . Alb . Nay , hold good Tibalt . Tib . Captain , let me correct ' em ; I'll make ye ten times worfe ; I will not leave ' em For For look ye , Fighting's as nourishing to me as The Sea - Voyage . 93.
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Page 453 - Given ear-rings we will wear, Bracelets of our lovers' hair, Which they on our arms shall twist, With their names carved on our wrist ; All the money that we owe We in tokens will bestow ; And learn to write, that, when...
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Page 44 - tis too much pride to send for her; We'll go ourself ; no honour is enough For Polidora, to redeem our fault: Salute her gently from me, and upon Your knee present her with this diadem ; 'Tis our first gift:— tell her Demetrius follows To be her...
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Page 3 - tis become the title of our play, ' A woman once in a Coronation may ' With pardon speak the prologue, give as free ' A welcome to the theatre, as he ' That with a little beard, a long black cloak ' With a starch'd face and supple leg hath spoke ' Before the plays the [this] twelvemonth : let me then ' Present a welcome to these gentlemen.
Page 216 - Mother. Go, whimling, and fetch two or three grating loaves Out of the kitchen, to make gingerbread of.
Page 229 - For God's sake urge your faults no more, but mend ! All the forgiveness I can make you, is, To love you ; which I will do, and desire Nothing but love again ; which if I have not, Yet I will love you still.