The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 páginas |
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Página 88
... cham a foole ? At bakehouse , butterie - hatch , kitchin , and seller , Doo 59 they not say for the kinges mouth ? Wyll . What then , goodman coliar ? Grimme . What then ! seing without coles thei cannot finely dresse the kinges meat ...
... cham a foole ? At bakehouse , butterie - hatch , kitchin , and seller , Doo 59 they not say for the kinges mouth ? Wyll . What then , goodman coliar ? Grimme . What then ! seing without coles thei cannot finely dresse the kinges meat ...
Página 91
... Cham lighter then ich was , the truth to tell . Jacke . Will you singe after your shavinge ? Grimme . Mas , content , but chill be polde first or I singe . Jacke . Nay that shall not neede , you are pould neere enough for this time , 76 ...
... Cham lighter then ich was , the truth to tell . Jacke . Will you singe after your shavinge ? Grimme . Mas , content , but chill be polde first or I singe . Jacke . Nay that shall not neede , you are pould neere enough for this time , 76 ...
Página 92
... Cham undon , they have my benters too . Snap . Doest thou know them , if thou seest them ? Grimme . Yea , that I doo . Snap . Then come with me , we wyll finde them out , and that quickly . Grimme . I folow , mast tipstaffe , they be in ...
... Cham undon , they have my benters too . Snap . Doest thou know them , if thou seest them ? Grimme . Yea , that I doo . Snap . Then come with me , we wyll finde them out , and that quickly . Grimme . I folow , mast tipstaffe , they be in ...
Página 102
... cham arayed with dablynge in the durt ! She that set me to ditchinge , ich wold she had the squirt . Was never poore soule that such a life bad ? Gog's bones , thys vilthy glaye hase drest mee too bad . God's soule , see how this stuffe ...
... cham arayed with dablynge in the durt ! She that set me to ditchinge , ich wold she had the squirt . Was never poore soule that such a life bad ? Gog's bones , thys vilthy glaye hase drest mee too bad . God's soule , see how this stuffe ...
Página 103
... ( cham sure ) these breches amended , But cham made such a drudge to trudge at every neede , Chwold rend it , though it were stitched wath stur- dy packthreede . Dic . Hodge , let thy breeches go , and speake and tell me soone , What ...
... ( cham sure ) these breches amended , But cham made such a drudge to trudge at every neede , Chwold rend it , though it were stitched wath stur- dy packthreede . Dic . Hodge , let thy breeches go , and speake and tell me soone , What ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke edit Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto William Davenant wold word wyll
Passagens conhecidas
Página 263 - I filled the jails with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals, And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him.
Página 191 - Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come ? Light.
Página 544 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence, In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all...
Página 167 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
Página 186 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown. Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime...
Página 178 - Treacherous Warwick ! traitorous Mortimer ! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, And stain my royal standard with the same...
Página 178 - By earth, the common mother of us all, By heaven, and all the moving orbs thereof, By this right hand, and by my father's sword, And all the honours 'longing to my crown, I will have heads, and lives for him, as many As I have manors, castles, towns, and towers!
Página 263 - As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about, and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'm go pinioned along by my door.
Página 167 - He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did never sorrow go so near my heart As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ; And could my crown's revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gain'd, having bought so dear a friend.
Página 190 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...