The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 páginas |
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... night's lodging ? -that hath an itch in's hams , which like the fire at the glass - house hath not gone out this seven years - is he not a courtly gentleman ? -when he wears white sattin , one would take him by his black muzzle to be no ...
... night's lodging ? -that hath an itch in's hams , which like the fire at the glass - house hath not gone out this seven years - is he not a courtly gentleman ? -when he wears white sattin , one would take him by his black muzzle to be no ...
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... night . Your silk- worm useth to fast every third day , and the next following spins the better . To - morrow at night I am for you . Vit . Cor . You'll spin a fair thread , trust to't . Flam . But do you hear , I shall have you steal ...
... night . Your silk- worm useth to fast every third day , and the next following spins the better . To - morrow at night I am for you . Vit . Cor . You'll spin a fair thread , trust to't . Flam . But do you hear , I shall have you steal ...
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... night ? Never dropt mildew on a flower here till now . Flam . I pray , will you go to bed then , Lest you be blasted ? Cor . O that this fair garden Had all with poison'd herbs of Thessaly At first been planted ; made a nursery For ...
... night ? Never dropt mildew on a flower here till now . Flam . I pray , will you go to bed then , Lest you be blasted ? Cor . O that this fair garden Had all with poison'd herbs of Thessaly At first been planted ; made a nursery For ...
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... night . [ Exit . F. de Med . So , ' twas well fitted : now shall we discern How his wish'd absence will give violent way To duke Brachiano's lust . Mon. Why that was it ; To what scorn'd purpose else should we make choice Of him for a ...
... night . [ Exit . F. de Med . So , ' twas well fitted : now shall we discern How his wish'd absence will give violent way To duke Brachiano's lust . Mon. Why that was it ; To what scorn'd purpose else should we make choice Of him for a ...
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... night by night Her gates were choak'd with coaches , and her rooms Outbrav'd the stars with several kinds of lights ; When she did counterfeit a prince's court In musick , banquets , and most riotous surfeits ; This whore forsooth was ...
... night by night Her gates were choak'd with coaches , and her rooms Outbrav'd the stars with several kinds of lights ; When she did counterfeit a prince's court In musick , banquets , and most riotous surfeits ; This whore forsooth was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AKERCOCK Andromana Antonio Artemia Blan blood Brach Bran brother Capt captain Clown cuckold death devil Don CARLOS Don JULIO Don ZANCHO doth Dotterel Duke Dutch Enter Don Euph Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flam fool fortune Fran FRANCISCA gentleman give hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven HENGIST honest honour hope husband king king of Kent lady leave live look lord madam marriage marry master master constable means merry methinks mistress ne'er never night noble Octavio on't Pambo pardon Plangus play poison'd Porcia pr'ythee pray prince servant shew sister soul speak stay sure sweet sword tell thee Theod there's thing thou art thought twas twill unto wench what's Whaw wife Wild woman
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Página 225 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 352 - 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...
Página 228 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor ; This year, a reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 41 - Ha! I can stand thee. Nearer, nearer yet. What a mockery hath death made of thee? Thou look'st sad. In what place art thou? in yon starry gallery, Or in the cursed dungeon? No? not speak? Pray, sir, resolve me, what religion's best For a man to die in? or is it in your knowledge To answer me how long I have to live?
Página 36 - O thou soft natural death, that art joint-twin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion. Pity winds thy corse Whilst horror waits on princes.
Página 288 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 577 - And three months' sickness sucks up life in 'em. They denied me often flour, barm, (and milk, Goose-grease and tar, when I ne'er hurt their churnings, Their brew-locks nor their batches, nor forespoke Any of their breedings. Now I'll be meet with 'em.
Página 531 - But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
Página 533 - Not a whit: What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls ? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits ; and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways: any way, for heaven sake, So I were out of your whispering.
Página 596 - em), and they lose not by 'I . I give 'em barley soak'd in infants' blood : They shall have semina cum sanguine, Their gorge cramm'd full, if they come once to our house : We are no niggard.