The Works of Thomas Otway: Friendship in fashion. The history and fall of Caius Marius. The orphan, or, The unhappy marriage. The soldier's fortuneT. Turner, 1813 |
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15. oldal
... Death ! we must use him ill , or there is no get- ting rid of him . Not pass , sir ? Mal . No , sir . Tru . Pray , sir , leave us . Mal . I shan't do't , sir . Tru , But you must , sir . Mal . May be not , sir . Tru . I am going this ...
... Death ! we must use him ill , or there is no get- ting rid of him . Not pass , sir ? Mal . No , sir . Tru . Pray , sir , leave us . Mal . I shan't do't , sir . Tru , But you must , sir . Mal . May be not , sir . Tru . I am going this ...
16. oldal
... Death , sir , you lie ; not in earnest ! —let [ Kicks him ] this convince you - How like you the jest now , sir ? Mal . Hark you , Truman , we shan't dine together then , shall we ? Val . Faith , to tell you the truth of the matter ...
... Death , sir , you lie ; not in earnest ! —let [ Kicks him ] this convince you - How like you the jest now , sir ? Mal . Hark you , Truman , we shan't dine together then , shall we ? Val . Faith , to tell you the truth of the matter ...
45. oldal
... Death of the Emperor Charles the Fifth , with the Humours of his Dog Bobadillo . ” Mal . Ha , ha , ha ! Val . But , sir Noble , this sounds more like a comedy . Clum . Oh , but I have resolved it shall be a tragedy , because Bobadillo's ...
... Death of the Emperor Charles the Fifth , with the Humours of his Dog Bobadillo . ” Mal . Ha , ha , ha ! Val . But , sir Noble , this sounds more like a comedy . Clum . Oh , but I have resolved it shall be a tragedy , because Bobadillo's ...
50. oldal
... Death , hell and the devil , how am I teazed ! I shall have no opportunity to pursue my business with Camilla : I must remove this troublesome coxcomb , and that perhaps may put a stop at least to her imperti- [ Aside . nence . Lady Squ ...
... Death , hell and the devil , how am I teazed ! I shall have no opportunity to pursue my business with Camilla : I must remove this troublesome coxcomb , and that perhaps may put a stop at least to her imperti- [ Aside . nence . Lady Squ ...
52. oldal
... death ! surely I have fools that rest and harbour in my house , and they are a worse plague than bugs and moths : shall I never be quiet ? Val . Sir Noble , sir Noble , have a care of your mis- tress ! do you see there ? Clum . Hum - ha ...
... death ! surely I have fools that rest and harbour in my house , and they are a worse plague than bugs and moths : shall I never be quiet ? Val . Sir Noble , sir Noble , have a care of your mis- tress ! do you see there ? Clum . Hum - ha ...
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Acast art thou Beau Beaugard Bloody-B brother Caius Marius Camilla Caper Cast Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Clum Cour Courtine cuckold dæmon dear devil dost e'er ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear fellow fool fortune Fourbin gentleman gods gone Goodvile hang happy hate hear heart heav'n honest honour hope Lady Squ Lady SQUEAMISH ladyship Lavinia Lettice lord madam Malagene Marius Metellus methinks Monimia murder ne'er never night Nurse on't Polydore poor pow'r pr'ythee rogue Rome Romeo and Juliet Saunt Saunter servant Sir Dav Sir DAVY DUNCE Sir Jol sir Jolly sir Noble slave soul Sulp Sulpitius sure swear Sylla Sylv tell thee there's thing thou art thought Truman twas twill Valentine Vict Victoria what's whores wife wilt woman would'st wretched wrong'd
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138. oldal - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
140. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
128. oldal - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
191. oldal - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
162. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
138. oldal - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
254. oldal - I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman ? Who was't betray'd the capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years...
140. oldal - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
140. oldal - Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
138. oldal - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.