A Select Collection of Old Plays: The chronicle of Edward the First; The mayor of Quinborough; Grim, the collier of Croydon; The city night-cap; The parson's wedding

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Septimus Prowett, 23, Old Bond Street., 1827

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Seite 343 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Seite 104 - Qneenborongh, whom you have all heard of, and some of you beheld upon the stage, now begins to walk abroad in print : he has been known sufficiently by the reputation of his wit, which is enough, by the way, to distinguish him from ordinary mayors ; but wit, you know, has...
Seite 15 - Triumphant Edward, how like sturdy oaks Do these thy soldiers circle thee about, To shield and shelter thee from winter's storms! , , Display thy cross, old Aimes of the Vies : , Dub on your drums, tanned with India's sun, My lusty western lads : Matrevers thou ,, , Sound proudly here a perfect point of war, In honour of thy sovereign's safe return.
Seite 347 - As it was Acted with great Applause, by Her Majesties Servants, at the Phoenix in Drury Lane. London: Printed by Ja: Cottrel, for Samuel Speed, at the Signe of the Printing-Press in St. Paul's Church-yard. 1661.
Seite 100 - The Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first, sirnamed Edward Longshankes, with his returne from the holy land. Also the life of Llevellen rebell in Wales. Lastly, the sinking of Queene Elinor, who sunck at Charingcrosse, and rose againe at Potters-hith, now named Queenehith.
Seite 57 - Ladies, by your leave : How doth my Nell, mine own, my love, my life, My heart, my dear, my dove, my queen, my wife ? Q. ELINOR. Ned, art thou come, sweet Ned? welcome, my joy ! Thy Nell presents thee with a lovely boy : * many a day] The 4to of 1599 omits
Seite 21 - Now, master, as I am true wag, I will be neither late nor lag, But go and come with gossip's cheer, Ere Gib our cat can lick her ear. For long ago I learnt in school, That lover's desire and pleasures cool. Sanct Ceres sweets and Bacchus vine ; Now, master, for the cakes and wine.
Seite 23 - FRIAR. My masters and friends, I am a poor friar, a man of God's making, and a good fellow as you are, legs, feet, face and hands, and heart, from top to toe, of my word, right shape and Christendom.
Seite 259 - I came into the earth, 1 chose a wife both young and beautiful, The only daughter to a noble earl : But when the night came that I should her bed, I found another laid there in her stead ; And in the morning when I found the change, Though I deny'd her, I was forc'd to take her. With her I liv'd in such a mild estate, Us'd her still kindly, lov'd her tenderly ; Which she requited with such light regurd, So loose demeanour, and dishonest life, That she was each man's whore that was my wife.
Seite 333 - He's gone, he's gone; warm yet, bleeds fresh! and whilst We here hold passion play, we but advantage The flying murderer. Bear his body gently Unto the lodge : Oh what hand hath so hid That sunlike face, behind a crimson cloud ! Use all means possible for life : but I fear Charity will arrive too late. To horse ! Disperse through the wood ! run, ride, make way ! The Sun in Millain is eclips'd this day.

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