The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen5J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750 |
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... thank the Surgeon ; In no fuch things , fweet Anthony , put cafe- Ant . Come , come , all will be mended ; this invisible Of infinite report for Shape and Virtue , That bred us all this trouble to no purpose , They are determin'd now no ...
... thank the Surgeon ; In no fuch things , fweet Anthony , put cafe- Ant . Come , come , all will be mended ; this invisible Of infinite report for Shape and Virtue , That bred us all this trouble to no purpose , They are determin'd now no ...
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... thank your Night - walks You must be ftill a boot - halling : One round more , Though it be late , I'll venture , to discover ye , I do not like your Out - leaps . S CE NE V. Enter Duke , and three Gentlemen . Duke . Welcome to Town ...
... thank your Night - walks You must be ftill a boot - halling : One round more , Though it be late , I'll venture , to discover ye , I do not like your Out - leaps . S CE NE V. Enter Duke , and three Gentlemen . Duke . Welcome to Town ...
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... thank you , A little troubles me : The leaft touch for it , Had but my Breeches got it , had contented me . Whofe e'er it is , fure ' t had a wealthy Mother , For ' tis well cloath'd , and if I be not cozen'd , Well lin❜d within : To ...
... thank you , A little troubles me : The leaft touch for it , Had but my Breeches got it , had contented me . Whofe e'er it is , fure ' t had a wealthy Mother , For ' tis well cloath'd , and if I be not cozen'd , Well lin❜d within : To ...
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... Thanks , this worthless Trifle ; I may be longer troublesome . Fred . Fair Offices Are ftill their own Rewards : Heav'n blefs me , Lady , From felling civil Courtefies : May it please ye , If ye will force a Favour to oblige me , Draw ...
... Thanks , this worthless Trifle ; I may be longer troublesome . Fred . Fair Offices Are ftill their own Rewards : Heav'n blefs me , Lady , From felling civil Courtefies : May it please ye , If ye will force a Favour to oblige me , Draw ...
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... Thanks good Coat , Thou'st fav'd me a fhrewdWelcome : ' I was put home too , With a good Mind I'm fure on't . John . Are ye fafe then ? B 4 Duke . Duke . My Thanks to you brave Sir , whofe The Chances , 23.
... Thanks good Coat , Thou'st fav'd me a fhrewdWelcome : ' I was put home too , With a good Mind I'm fure on't . John . Are ye fafe then ? B 4 Duke . Duke . My Thanks to you brave Sir , whofe The Chances , 23.
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The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volumen5 Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Vista completa - 1907 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 14 - From this place, Good, noble sir, remove me instantly. And for a time, where nothing but yourself. And honest conversation may come near me, In some secure place settle me. What I am, And why thus boldly I commit my credit Into a...
Página 9 - ... twere possible, I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble T' offend the sacred image of my Maker, My sword should only kill his crimes : no, 'tis Honour, honour, my noble friends, that idol honour, That all the world now worships, not Petruchio, Must do this justice.
Página 6 - Pr'ythee, be thou sober, And know that they are none of those, not guilty Of the least vanity of love : only a doubt Fame might too far report, or rather flatter The graces of this woman, made them curious To find the truth ; which, since they find so, Lock'd up from their searches ; they are now resolv'd To give the wonder over.
Página 13 - Well lin'd within. To leave it here were barbarous, And ten to one would kill it ; a worse sin Than his that got it. Well, I will dispose on't, And keep it as they keep death's heads in rings, To cry memento to me — no more peeping.
Página 10 - Which all good governments are jealous of. I'll home and think at liberty. Yet, certain, 'Tis not...
Página 242 - You ! you are Amadis de Gaul, sir. — Oh ! oh, my heart! Were you never in love, fair lady? And do you never dream of flowers and gardens : — I dream of walking fires, and tall gigantic sights.
Página 17 - Land. But, son John John. I know your meaning, mother, touch it once more. Alas ! you look not well, take a round draught, It warms the blood well, and restores the colour, And then we'll talk at large.
Página 50 - John. Hawking, I take it. Petr. They are so; 'tis the duke, 'tis even he, gentlemen. Sirrah, draw back the horses till we call ye.
Página 50 - I know him by his company. Fred. I think too He bends up this way. Petr. So he does. John. Stand you still Within that covert till I call.
Página 35 - Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes. John. Pray no more weeping: Spoil a sweet face for nothing! My return Shall end all this, I warrant ye.