The little French lawyer. The tragedy of Valentinian. Monsieur Thomas. The chances. The tragedy of Rollo, duke of Normandy. The wild-goose chase. A wife for a month. The lovers' progress. The pilgrim. The captain. The prophetess. The queen of Corinth. The tragedy of Bonduca. The knight of the burning pestle. Love's pilgrimage. The double marriage. The maid in the mill. The knight of MaltaJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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... lord ; and I could wish , Te this young lady's sake , this leg , this arm , there is something else , I will not name , o''tis the only thing that must content d the same vigour . [ her , ) p . You shall buy these scoffs [ anger ! Wh ...
... lord ; and I could wish , Te this young lady's sake , this leg , this arm , there is something else , I will not name , o''tis the only thing that must content d the same vigour . [ her , ) p . You shall buy these scoffs [ anger ! Wh ...
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... lord still , Charlotte ? Char . Not to be wak'd , [ ceive B your ladyship's cheerful looks , I well per- That this night the good lord hath been At an unusual service ; and no wonder It be rests after it . Lam . You're very bold . Char ...
... lord still , Charlotte ? Char . Not to be wak'd , [ ceive B your ladyship's cheerful looks , I well per- That this night the good lord hath been At an unusual service ; and no wonder It be rests after it . Lam . You're very bold . Char ...
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... lord . [ mont ? Vert . Why does he smile upon me ? [ sir , Am I become ridiculous ? Has your fortune , Upon my son , made you contemn his father ? The glory of a gentleman is fair bearing . Cler . Mistake me not , my lord ; you shall ...
... lord . [ mont ? Vert . Why does he smile upon me ? [ sir , Am I become ridiculous ? Has your fortune , Upon my son , made you contemn his father ? The glory of a gentleman is fair bearing . Cler . Mistake me not , my lord ; you shall ...
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... lord ? [ pitch - barrels together- Vert . Nay , he's too forward ; these two Cler . Upon my soul , no harm . Vert . It makes me smile . Why , what a stinking smother will they ut- ter ! [ pion , Yes , he shall undertake , sir , as my ...
... lord ? [ pitch - barrels together- Vert . Nay , he's too forward ; these two Cler . Upon my soul , no harm . Vert . It makes me smile . Why , what a stinking smother will they ut- ter ! [ pion , Yes , he shall undertake , sir , as my ...
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... lord's cousins in the world ; I hate ' em ! A lord's cousin to me is a kind of cockatrice ; If I see him first , he dies 39 . Cler . A strange antipathy ! What think you of their nieces ? La - Writ . If I like ' em , [ morning . They ...
... lord's cousins in the world ; I hate ' em ! A lord's cousin to me is a kind of cockatrice ; If I see him first , he dies 39 . Cler . A strange antipathy ! What think you of their nieces ? La - Writ . If I like ' em , [ morning . They ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alin Alph Aretus bless brave brother Cæsar Clari Cleander Cler Clora danger dare Daugh Decius Delph devil Dinant Diocles Dioclesian dost Drusius Duke Ecius Enter Euph Exeunt Exit fair faith Farewell father fear fool for't fortune Fred Gent gentleman Geta give handsome hang hast hath hear heart Heav'n Hengo honest honour hope Hylas John Julio kiss La-Writ lady leave Lelia live look lord Lucina Lycias madam Maid Mart master merry mistress musick ne'er Nennius never Niger night noble on't Pedro Phil Phorba Pinac poor Pray Prithee Ralph Rollo SCENE servant Seward shew sirrah soldier Sorano soul speak Suet sure sweet sword Sympson tell thank thee Theod there's thing thou art thro Twas twill unto vex'd wench Wife woman word
Pasajes populares
Página 251 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Página 149 - Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow ; You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow : Best, while you have it, use your breath ; There is no drinking after death.
Página 46 - HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty love has done ; Fear examples, and be wise : Fair Calisto was a nun ; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan ; Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he...
Página 438 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy reliques made.
Página 171 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 463 - When it was grown to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Página 251 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Página 476 - I would not be a serving-man To carry the cloak-bag still, Nor would I be a falconer The greedy hawks to fill ; But I would be in a good house, And have a good master too ; But I would eat and drink of the best, And no work would I do.
Página 479 - Gentlemen, countrymen, friends, and my fellow-soldiers, I have brought you this day, from the shops of security and the counters of content, to measure out in these furious fields honour by the ell, and prowess by the pound.
Página 398 - WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan; Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again; Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see; Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last? Grief is but a wound to woe; Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.