The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher: The tragedy of Valentinian. Monsieur Thomas. The chances. The bloody brother. The wild-goose chaseUniversity Press, 1906 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Aeci Alice Aretus bless bloud brave Brother Cæsar Chil Clyster Const danger dare Devil divides the line Don John Duke e're Ecius Emperour Enter Exeunt Exit fair faln farewel Father fear fool fortune Fred Frederick Gent Gentleman give gods Grace handsom hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Hylas I'le i'th John Lowin Lady Latorch Licinius live look Lord Luci Lycias Maid Mary Maximus Mirabel Monsieur Monsieur Thomas Musick ne'r never noble omits on't Oria Petr Phidias Phorba Pinac pray ye Prince Proculus Quartos Rollo Scena SCENE Servant setled shew Sirrah sorrow soul Souldier speak sure sweet sword take heed tell ye thee there's thing Thom thou art thou hast twill vertue wench Whore woman women
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Página 307 - 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 263 - 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 90 - Ever honoured, ever sung; Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's brim, In the crimson liquor swim; From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine; God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear!
Página 307 - Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow, Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Página 92 - Let not a brack i' th" stuff, or here and there The fading gloss, a general loss appear ! We know ye take up worse commodities, And dearer pay, yet think your bargains wise ; We know, in meat and wine ye fling away More time and wealth, which is but dearer pay. And with the reckoning all the pleasure lost. We bid ye not unto repenting cost : The price is easy, and so light the play, That ye may new-digest it every day.
Página 395 - Printed for Nathaniel Butter, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Pide Bull neere Sf.
Página 127 - Thou minister ? Thou mend a left-handed pack-saddle. Out. puppy !— My friend, Frank, but a very foolish fellow. Dost thou see that bottle ? View it well. Fran. I do, Tom. Tho. There be as many lives in't as a cat carries ; 'Tis everlasting liquor. Fran. What? Tho. Old sack, boy. Old reverend sack, which, for aught that I can read yet, Was that philosopher's stone the wise king Ptolomeus Did all his wonders by.
Página 212 - tis a wise consideration, To me a bounteous favour. Hark ye, John, I will go with ye. John, No. Fred. Indeed I will Ye go upon a hazard — no denial — For as 1 live I'll go.
Página 333 - Ori. Do not you love me, then ? Mir. As I love others ; heartily I love thee ; When I am high and lusty, I love thee cruelly : After I have made a plenteous meal, and satisfied My senses with all delicates, come to me, And thou shalt see how I love thee.
Página 30 - 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 makes to woo; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doting at the altar dies; Ilion, in a short hour, higher He can build, and once more fire.