The Dramatic Works of Thomas Heywood: Edward IV, pt. 1-2. Fair maid of the exchange. Fortune by land and sea. Fair maid of the west, pt. 1-2Shakespeare Society, 1850 |
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16. oldal
... flow'r of London for her beauty ! Shore . Yes , rebel , ev'n the very same . Spi . Run , rascal , and fetch thy wife to our General presently , or else all the gold in Cheapside cannot ran- som her . Wilt thou not stir when I bid thee ...
... flow'r of London for her beauty ! Shore . Yes , rebel , ev'n the very same . Spi . Run , rascal , and fetch thy wife to our General presently , or else all the gold in Cheapside cannot ran- som her . Wilt thou not stir when I bid thee ...
182. oldal
... The crook - back'd Boar the way hath found To root our roses from the ground . Both flow'r and bud will he confound , Till King of Beasts the Swine be crown'd ; And then the Dog , the Cat , and Rat 182 ACT V. THE SECOND PART OF.
... The crook - back'd Boar the way hath found To root our roses from the ground . Both flow'r and bud will he confound , Till King of Beasts the Swine be crown'd ; And then the Dog , the Cat , and Rat 182 ACT V. THE SECOND PART OF.
12. oldal
... flow'r , my pretty choice . For what is he , loving a thing in heart , Loves not the counterfeit , tho ' made by art ? I cannot tell how others ' fancies stand , But I rejoice sometime to take in hand The simile of that I love ; and I ...
... flow'r , my pretty choice . For what is he , loving a thing in heart , Loves not the counterfeit , tho ' made by art ? I cannot tell how others ' fancies stand , But I rejoice sometime to take in hand The simile of that I love ; and I ...
13. oldal
... flows in this gentleman ! Bow . Faith , I shall put you down in talk ; you were best to yield . Moll . No , sir ; I will hold out as long as I may , Tho ' in the end you bear the fool away . Bow . Mean you by me ? you gull me not ? Moll ...
... flows in this gentleman ! Bow . Faith , I shall put you down in talk ; you were best to yield . Moll . No , sir ; I will hold out as long as I may , Tho ' in the end you bear the fool away . Bow . Mean you by me ? you gull me not ? Moll ...
23. oldal
... Flow . What dost thou mean ? Fid . To go to bed again , sir . Flow . No , Fiddle , that were no good conceit , Fiddle . Fid . What a fiddling do you keep ? are you not ashamed to make such music ? I hope , sir , you will christen me ...
... Flow . What dost thou mean ? Fid . To go to bed again , sir . Flow . No , Fiddle , that were no good conceit , Fiddle . Fid . What a fiddling do you keep ? are you not ashamed to make such music ? I hope , sir , you will christen me ...
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Alcade Anth Ayre Bashaw Berry Bess better BOBBINGTON Bowdler brother Captain Clem Clown conceit Constable of France Crip Cripple death dost thou doth Duke Duke of Florence Enter Exeunt Exit fair Falconbridge farewell father Ferd Fiddle Flor Flow fortunes Frank gentleman give Glos Goodl GOODLACK grace hand hath heart Heaven Hobs honour husband i'faith JANE SHORE Joff King Edward King of Fez lady leave live Lord Mayor maid majesty Master Merch mistress Shore Moll Mull Mullisheg ne'er never night noble pardon Phil Phillis pity poor pray Prince prithee Queen ROBERT BRACKENBURY Rough Roughman SCENE Sellinger ship Sirrah soul speak Spenc Spencer sweet Tamworth tanner tell thee There's thine THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou hast thou shalt Tota unto what's wife William Rowley wilt word Young
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93. oldal - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
93. oldal - Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. — Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night ! That rude day's eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
35. oldal - Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so; See that your notes strain not too low: For still, methinks, I see her frown ' Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices' harmony, And sing, I am her lover; Strain loud and sweet, that every note With sweet content may move her. And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still, methinks, I see her frown Ye pretty wantons, warble.
207. oldal - Othello's mind in his colour, — whether he did not find something extremely revolting in the courtship and wedded caresses of Othello and Desdemona, and whether the actual sight of the thing did not overweigh all that beautiful compromise which we make in reading. And the reason it should do so is obvious, — because there is just so much reality presented to our senses as to give a perception of disagreement...
35. oldal - Go, pretty birds, about her bower ; Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower ; Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tell her, through your chirping bills, As you by me are bidden, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so ; See that your notes strain not too low, 96 For still, methinks, I see her frown. Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices...
207. oldal - Othello's colour in his mind. But upon the stage, when the imagination is no longer the ruling faculty, but we are left to our poor unassisted senses, I appeal to every one that has seen Othello...
1. oldal - The Fair Maid of the West, or, a Girle Worth Gold. The first part. As it was lately acted before the King and Queen, with approved liking, by the Queens Majesties Comedians.
1. oldal - Mayde of the Exchange : WITH The pleasaunt Humours of the Cripple of Fanchurch. Very delectable, and full of mirth. LONDON: Printed for Henry Rockit, and are to be solde at the shop in the Poultry under the Dyall. 1607.
96. oldal - Page 26, line 18. My crutch you mean, for wearing out my clothes.] You mean, stuff the top of my crutch, lest it should wear my clothes out. Page 27, line 2.