The Alchemist: A Comedy, First Acted in the Year 1610. by the King's Majesty's Servants. ... The Author Ben. Johnson

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D. Midwinter, J. and P. Knapton, H. Knaplock, A. Ward, A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch [and 10 others in London], 1739 - 107 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 70 - Whose cream does look like opals ; and with these Delicate meats set ourselves high for pleasure, And take us down again, and then renew Our youth and strength with drinking the elixir, And so enjoy a perpetuity Of life and lust! And thou shalt ha...
Σελίδα 83 - I travail Of a young heir for you. Face. Good, sir. Sub. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, After these common hazards. Face.
Σελίδα 92 - None else but thee i' the house. FACE. Yes, sir, my fellow, The cat that kept the buttery, had it on her A week before I spied it; but I got her Convey'd away i' the night : and so I shut The house up for a month LOVE.
Σελίδα 103 - The house is mine here, and the doors are open ; If there be any such persons as you seek for, Use your authority, search on o
Σελίδα 74 - FACE. Or what do you say to a collar of brawn, cut down Beneath the souse, and wriggled with a knife?
Σελίδα 67 - I'll be sworn, I heard it. MAM. I know not how ! it is not any one, But e'en the very choice of all their features. FACE. [Aside.] I'll in, and laugh. [Exit.] MAM. A certain touch, or air, That sparkles a divinity beyond An earthly beauty ! DOL. O, you play the courtier. MAM. Good lady, gi
Σελίδα 8 - You had raked and pick'd from dunghills, before day; Your feet in mouldy slippers, for your kibes ; A felt of rug, and a thin threaden cloak, That scarce would cover your no buttocks — Sub.
Σελίδα 97 - Sub. Your aunt's a gracious lady ; but in troth You were to blame. Dap. The fume did overcome me, And I did do't to stay my stomach. 'Pray you So satisfy her grace. Enter FACE in his uniform.
Σελίδα 19 - And I would know by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necromancy, And where my shelves ; and which should be for boxes, And which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir : And I was wish'd* to your worship by a gentleman, One Captain Face, that says you know men's planets. And their good angels, and their bad.
Σελίδα 51 - Though not of mind, and hath her face decay'd Beyond all cure of paintings, you restore, With the oil of talc: there you have made a friend; And all her friends. A lord that is a leper, A knight that has the bone-ache, or a squire That hath both these, you make them smooth and sound, With a bare fricace of your med'cine: still You increase your friends.

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