The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Band 5University Press, 1907 |
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... Exeunt . Cam . What have we to do with the times ? we cannot cure Let ' em go on , when they are swoln with Surfeits ( ' em . They'l burst and stink , then all the world shall smell ' em . Cle . A man may live a bawd , and be an honest ...
... Exeunt . Cam . What have we to do with the times ? we cannot cure Let ' em go on , when they are swoln with Surfeits ( ' em . They'l burst and stink , then all the world shall smell ' em . Cle . A man may live a bawd , and be an honest ...
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... Exeunt Lords . And the false Orthography , they write old Saxon . Fred . May be her ghostly Mother's that instructs her . Sor . No , ' tis a Cousins , and came up with a great Cake . Fred . What's that ? Sor . A pair of Gloves the ...
... Exeunt Lords . And the false Orthography , they write old Saxon . Fred . May be her ghostly Mother's that instructs her . Sor . No , ' tis a Cousins , and came up with a great Cake . Fred . What's that ? Sor . A pair of Gloves the ...
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... Exeunt . Cam . Actus Secundus . Scena Prima . Enter Camillo , Cleanthes , and Menallo . WAS AS there ever heard of such a Marriage ? Men . Marriage and Hanging go by destiny , ' Tis the old Proverb , now they come together . Cle . But a ...
... Exeunt . Cam . Actus Secundus . Scena Prima . Enter Camillo , Cleanthes , and Menallo . WAS AS there ever heard of such a Marriage ? Men . Marriage and Hanging go by destiny , ' Tis the old Proverb , now they come together . Cle . But a ...
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... Exeunt . Queen . You shall be merry , come , I'll have it so , Can there be any nature so unnoble ? Or anger so inhumane to pursue this ? Evan . I fear there is . Queen . Your fears are poor and foolish , Though he be hasty , and his ...
... Exeunt . Queen . You shall be merry , come , I'll have it so , Can there be any nature so unnoble ? Or anger so inhumane to pursue this ? Evan . I fear there is . Queen . Your fears are poor and foolish , Though he be hasty , and his ...
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... Exeunt . Sor . You are too remiss and wanton in your angers , You mold things handsomely ; and then neglect ' em ; A powerful Prince should be constant to his power still , And hold up what he builds , then People fear him : When he ...
... Exeunt . Sor . You are too remiss and wanton in your angers , You mold things handsomely ; and then neglect ' em ; A powerful Prince should be constant to his power still , And hold up what he builds , then People fear him : When he ...
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Seite 274 - ... go seek some other dwelling, For I must die. Farewell, false love ! thy tongue is ever telling Lie after lie. For ever let me rest now from thy smarts ; Alas, for pity, go, And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee ! Mine was not so. Never again deluding love shall know me, For I will die ; And all those griefs that think to overgrow me, Shall be as I. For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry : — ' Alas, for pity, stay, And let us die With thee ! men cannot mock us in the clay.
Seite 105 - The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy; And 'tis the Crown of Justice, and the glory Where it may kill with right, to save with pity.
Seite 296 - Come hither, you that love, and hear me sing Of joys still growing, Green, fresh and lusty as the pride of spring, And ever blowing. Come hither, youths that blush and dare not know What is desire, And old men worse than you, that cannot blow One spark of fire, And with the power of my enchanting song Boys shall be able men, and old men young.
Seite 229 - Pray take a peece of Rosemary. Mir. I'll wear it But for the Lady's sake, and none of yours ; " and in the first scene of Fletcher's Woman's Pride the stage direction is, " The Parties enter with Rosemary as from a Wedding;" and so in the Pilgrim —
Seite 274 - Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling, For I must die. Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling Lie after lie. For ever let me rest now from thy smarts ; Alas! for pity, go, And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee: mine was not so. Never again deluding love shall know me, For I will die ; And all those griefs that think to overgrow me Shall be as I. For ever will I sleep while poor maids cry, "Alas! for pity, stay, And let us die With thee: men cannot mock us in the clay.
Seite 259 - Tis a grave, Gapes to have Those poor fools that long to prove. Tell me more, are women true ? Yes, some are, and some as you. Some are willing, some are strange, Since you men first taught to change. And till troth Be in both, All shall love, to love anew.
Seite 201 - Thou canst not sleep so sweetly; For so I can say my prayers, and then slumber. I am not proud, nor full of wine (This little flower will make me fine), Cruel in heart (for I shall cry, If I see a sparrow die) : I am not watchful to do ill, Nor glorious to pursue it still: Nor pitiless to those that weep; Such as are, bid them go sleep. Do, do, do, and see if they can. And after laying down further to Roderigo what he calls a 'mere chronicle of [his] mishaps...
Seite 115 - gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best, Where you shall tumble to your rest; I could wish you wenches too, But I am dead, and cannot do. Call for the best the house may ring, Sack, white, and claret, let them bring, And drink apace, while breath you have; You'll find but cold drink in the grave : Plover, partridge, for your dinner, And a capon for the sinner, You shall find ready when you're up, And your horse shall have his sup : Welcome, welcome, shall fly round, And I shall smile, though...
Seite 263 - Angelo, then musick (Such as old Orpheus made, that gave a soul To aged mountains, and made rugged beasts Lay by their rages ; and tall trees that knew No sound but tempests, to bow down their branches And hear, and wonder ; and the Sea, whose surges Shook their white heads in Heaven, to be as mid-night Still, and attentive...