A Select Collection of Old Plays, Τόμος 3R. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1744 |
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Σελίδα 141 - 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!
Σελίδα 388 - ... him one hearty kiss, and you shall put us both into one coffin. Fetch a looking-glass, see if his breath will not stain it ; or pull out some feathers from my pillow, and lay them to his lips : will you lose him for a little painstaking ? Hor. Your kindest office is to pray for him. Cor. Alas ! I would not pray for him yet. He may live to lay me i' th' ground, and pray for me, if you'll let me come to him.
Σελίδα 400 - I'll discover Their superstitious howling. CORNELIA, ZINCHE, and three other ladies discovered winding MARCELLO'S corse. A Song. COR. This rosemary is wither'd ; pray, get fresh. I would have these herbs grow up in his grave, When I am dead and rotten. Reach the bays, I'll tie a garland here about his head ; 'Twill keep my boy from lightning.
Σελίδα 400 - Your reverend mother Is grown a very old woman in two hours. I found them winding of Marcello's corse ; And there is such a solemn melody, 'Tween doleful songs, tears, and sad elegies — Such as old...
Σελίδα 393 - See, see Flamineo, that kill'd his brother. Is dancing on the ropes there, and he carries A money-bag in each hand, to keep him even, For fear of breaking's neck : and there's a lawyer, In a gown whipt with velvet, stares and gapes When the money will fall. How the rogue cuts capers! It should have been in a halter. 'Tis there ; what's she?
Σελίδα 141 - Ser. The one of them, my lord, will fill you too full of wind, the other wet you too much.
Σελίδα 91 - Duke. Kinsmen and friends, take from your manly sides Your weapons to keep back the desperate boy From doing violence to the innocent dead. Hip. I prithee, dear Matheo Mat.
Σελίδα 388 - Let me come to him ; give me him as he is ; if he be turn'd to earth, let me but give him one hearty kiss, and you shall put us both into one coffin. Fetch a looking-glass, see if his breath will not stain it ; or pull out some feathers from my pillow, and lay them to his lips : will you lose him for a little painstaking ? Hor.
Σελίδα 175 - The stock of patience, then, cannot be poor. All it desires, it has, what monarch more? It is the greatest enemy to law That can be, for it doth embrace all wrongs, And so chains up lawyers
Σελίδα 357 - Instruct me, some good horse-leech, to speak treason ; For since you cannot take my life for deeds, Take it for words. O woman's poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue ! I will not weep ; No, I do scorn to call up one poor tear To fawn on your injustice : bear me hence Unto this house of — what's your mitigating title ? Mont.