Love's cure; or, The martial maid. Women pleas'd. The night-walker; or, The little thief. The island princess. The woman's prize; or, The tamer tam'd. The noble gentleman. The coronation. The sea-voyage. The coxcomb. Wit at several weapons. The fair maid of the inn. Cupid's revenge. The two noble kinsmen. The tragedy of Thierry and Theodoret. The woman-hater. The nice valour; or, The passionate madman. The honest man's fortune. The masque of the Inner-Temple and Gray's Inn; Gray's Inn and the Inner-Temple. Four plays, or moral representations, in oneJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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... To the infanta's presence , kiss'd her hand , And from that lady ( greater in her goodness Than her high birth ) had this encourage ment : " Go " Go on , young man ! Yet , not 25 [ Act 1. Scene 1 , LOVE'S CURE ; OR , THE MARTIAL MAID .
... To the infanta's presence , kiss'd her hand , And from that lady ( greater in her goodness Than her high birth ) had this encourage ment : " Go " Go on , young man ! Yet , not 25 [ Act 1. Scene 1 , LOVE'S CURE ; OR , THE MARTIAL MAID .
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... kiss From a court - lip , tho ' painted . Alv . My love Clara , ( For Lucio is a name thou must forget , With Lucio's bold behaviour ) , tho ' thy breed- ing [ cuse I ' th ' camp , may plead something in the ex- Of thy rough manners ...
... kiss From a court - lip , tho ' painted . Alv . My love Clara , ( For Lucio is a name thou must forget , With Lucio's bold behaviour ) , tho ' thy breed- ing [ cuse I ' th ' camp , may plead something in the ex- Of thy rough manners ...
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... kiss your hand ! Clara . You're treacherous , And come to do me mischief . Vit . Speak on still ; Your words are falser , fair , than my intents , And each sweet accent far more treach'rous ; - for Tho ' you speak ill of me , you speak ...
... kiss your hand ! Clara . You're treacherous , And come to do me mischief . Vit . Speak on still ; Your words are falser , fair , than my intents , And each sweet accent far more treach'rous ; - for Tho ' you speak ill of me , you speak ...
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... kiss your hand . [ my mother Clara . Twill hinder me my work , sir ; and Will chide me if I do not do my task . Syav . Your mother , nor your father shall chide . - You [ rul'd , Might have a prettier task , would you be And look with ...
... kiss your hand . [ my mother Clara . Twill hinder me my work , sir ; and Will chide me if I do not do my task . Syav . Your mother , nor your father shall chide . - You [ rul'd , Might have a prettier task , would you be And look with ...
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... kiss , you shall not . Vit . By this kiss , I must , and will , Malroda ! What , d'you A stranger of me ? Malr . I'll be so to you , And you shall find it . Vit . These are your old arts , [ hunt for ; Tendear the game you know I come ...
... kiss , you shall not . Vit . By this kiss , I must , and will , Malroda ! What , d'you A stranger of me ? Malr . I'll be so to you , And you shall find it . Vit . These are your old arts , [ hunt for ; Tendear the game you know I come ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alathe Aminta Arcadius Bacha Bianca bless Brun Cassander Clar Clown Cunn dare Daugh devil dost Duch Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool for't fortune Gent gentleman give Gond grace Greg hast hath hear heart Heav'n honest honour hope i'th Isab Ismenus Jaques king kiss lady Lapet Leuc Leucippus live Livia look lord Lucio Lurc Lysimachus madam maid Maria marriage marry master Merc mistress Mont mother ne'er never Niece night noble NOBLE KINSMEN on't Palamon Pedro Petron Petru Polid Pompey poor pray prince prithee Quisar Rowl SCENE servant Seward shew Silvio Soph Sophia Sophocles soul speak sure sweet sword Sympson tell thank thee Theodoret There's Theseus thing thou art thro twas twill unto Viola wench wife Wildb Witty woman word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 434 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Página 521 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Página 521 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Página 400 - That woo the wills of men to vanity I see through now ; and am sufficient To tell the world 'tis but a gaudy shadow, That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. What had we been, old in the court of Creon, Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance The virtues of the great ones...
Página 415 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Página 366 - Then we will be coy no more, But thy deity adore : Troths at fifteen we will plight, And will tread a dance...
Página 387 - Servants, with great Applause: Written by the memorable worthies of their time, Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. William Shakespeare, Gent.
Página 574 - Shake off your heavy trance, And leap into a dance, Such as no mortals use to tread, Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead, And all the stars to follow!
Página 457 - For in the silent grave no conversation, No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers, No careful father's counsel — nothing's heard, For nothing is, but all oblivion, Dust, and an endless darkness.
Página 487 - Yet cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, From all that fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here ; a brave patience, And the enjoying of our griefs together.