The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 |
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... LUCY , his Daughter . FRANCISCO , a young Man . ALPHONSO . SHALLOW , a foolish Gentle- man . NICANOR , a Courtier . MATHO , a Lawyer . PSECTAS * , a waiting Gen- tlewoman . A Parson . A Sumner . A Constable and Watch : Servants . Scene ...
... LUCY , his Daughter . FRANCISCO , a young Man . ALPHONSO . SHALLOW , a foolish Gentle- man . NICANOR , a Courtier . MATHO , a Lawyer . PSECTAS * , a waiting Gen- tlewoman . A Parson . A Sumner . A Constable and Watch : Servants . Scene ...
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... . Yes , and the fair one too ; She needs no gloss that fortune can set on her , Her beauty of itself were prize enough To make a king turn beggar for . Phil . Hey - day ! I'll make thee an example . Lucy . But hear MAY . ] 197 THE HEIR .
... . Yes , and the fair one too ; She needs no gloss that fortune can set on her , Her beauty of itself were prize enough To make a king turn beggar for . Phil . Hey - day ! I'll make thee an example . Lucy . But hear MAY . ] 197 THE HEIR .
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... Lucy . Franc . Yet for her sake be advised better , sir . Frank . Impudent rascal , can'st look me in the face , and know how thou hast wronged me ? Thou hast dishonoured my daughter , made a whore of her . Franc . Gentle sir , The ...
... Lucy . Franc . Yet for her sake be advised better , sir . Frank . Impudent rascal , can'st look me in the face , and know how thou hast wronged me ? Thou hast dishonoured my daughter , made a whore of her . Franc . Gentle sir , The ...
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... Lucy . But hear me , sir ; my shame will be your own . Frank . No more , I say . Francisco , leave my house , I charge you come not here . Franc . I must obey , and will ; dear Lucy be constant . Lucy . Till death . [ Exit Francisco ...
... Lucy . But hear me , sir ; my shame will be your own . Frank . No more , I say . Francisco , leave my house , I charge you come not here . Franc . I must obey , and will ; dear Lucy be constant . Lucy . Till death . [ Exit Francisco ...
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... Lucy . Lucy . I am undone , unless thy wit , Fransisco , Cau find some means to free me from this fool . Who would have thought the sot could be so gross , To take upon him what he never did , To his own shame ? I'll send to my ...
... Lucy . Lucy . I am undone , unless thy wit , Fransisco , Cau find some means to free me from this fool . Who would have thought the sot could be so gross , To take upon him what he never did , To his own shame ? I'll send to my ...
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Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke Jew of Malta king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto wold word wyll
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 279 - Christians, dogs, and Turkish infidels. But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs. Die life, fly soul, tongue curse thy fill, and die.
Seite 252 - Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps, And, now the Guise is dead, is come from France To view this land and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious, But such as love me guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words. Admired I am of those that hate me most. Though some speak openly against my books, Yet will they read me and thereby attain To Peter's chair, and, when they cast me off,...
Seite 141 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Seite 185 - I might, but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Seite 556 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Seite 165 - So much as he on cursed Gaveston: But that will more exasperate his wrath: I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, And be a means to call home Gaveston: And yet he'll ever doat on Gaveston; And so am I for ever miserable.
Seite 189 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...
Seite 168 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
Seite 259 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these 'Christians.
Seite 190 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay ; awhile forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.