A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes ; with Additional Notes and Corrections, المجلد 1Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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الصفحة 234
... AURELIA , Penelope Plotwell disguised . SEATHRIFT , a Merchant . TIMOTHY , his Son . DORCAS , Susan Seathrift disguised . BRIGHT , NEWCUT , } two Templars . MRS . SCRUPLE , a Puritan School - Mistress . MRS . HOLLAND , a Seamstress on ...
... AURELIA , Penelope Plotwell disguised . SEATHRIFT , a Merchant . TIMOTHY , his Son . DORCAS , Susan Seathrift disguised . BRIGHT , NEWCUT , } two Templars . MRS . SCRUPLE , a Puritan School - Mistress . MRS . HOLLAND , a Seamstress on ...
الصفحة 245
... Aurelia . Plotwell . I've heard of her . They say she does fight duels , And answers challenges in wit . Bright . She has been thrice in the field . Plotwell . I ' th ' field ? Newcut . Yes , in Spring garden ; Has conquer'd , with no ...
... Aurelia . Plotwell . I've heard of her . They say she does fight duels , And answers challenges in wit . Bright . She has been thrice in the field . Plotwell . I ' th ' field ? Newcut . Yes , in Spring garden ; Has conquer'd , with no ...
الصفحة 247
... odd holes , and Fresh as Pygmalion's mistress , newly waken'd Out of her alabaster . Timothy . Lead on : I long to see a lady , and to salute her . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. AURELIA , DORCAS . Aurelia sc . v . ] 247 THE CITY - MATCH .
... odd holes , and Fresh as Pygmalion's mistress , newly waken'd Out of her alabaster . Timothy . Lead on : I long to see a lady , and to salute her . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. AURELIA , DORCAS . Aurelia sc . v . ] 247 THE CITY - MATCH .
الصفحة 248
... AURELIA , DORCAS . Aurelia . Why we shall have you get , in time the turn- Up of your eyes , speak in the nose , draw sighs Of an ell long , and rail at discipline . Would I could hear from Bannswright ! Ere I'll be tortur'd With your ...
... AURELIA , DORCAS . Aurelia . Why we shall have you get , in time the turn- Up of your eyes , speak in the nose , draw sighs Of an ell long , and rail at discipline . Would I could hear from Bannswright ! Ere I'll be tortur'd With your ...
الصفحة 249
... Aurelia . Now she is in , A lecturer will sooner hold his peace Than she . Dorcas . And surely , as master Scruple says- Aurelia . That was her school - master ; one that cools a feast With his long grace , and sooner eats a capon Than ...
... Aurelia . Now she is in , A lecturer will sooner hold his peace Than she . Dorcas . And surely , as master Scruple says- Aurelia . That was her school - master ; one that cools a feast With his long grace , and sooner eats a capon Than ...
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Alazon Anaiskyntia Aorgus Aphobus Ascanio Aurelia Bacchus Bannswright Bellanima Bird blood Bomolochus Bright Browfildora call'd captain Castara Choler Cleantha Colar Colax Comedy conscience court Cypher dare death Decastro Deilus delight Dorcas doth Dyscolus ears earth Eiron Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fellow fish Florentio Floriana Flowerdew fool Footman fortune friends Gabriel Harvey gentlemen give glass hast hath hear Heaven here's Holland honour hope Isle of Dogs Kataplectus King lady Lerma live look looking-glass lord madam majesty Malus Genius marry mistress Nash ne'er nephew never Newcut night Nimis Oniate Orgylus Ossuna pardon Parum Philotimia Phlegm Physander play pleasure Plotwell poet Pray Quartfield Queen Roscius Roseclap Salewit Sanmartino SCENE Seathrift Sensuality servant shew sing soldier soul speak Summer sure tell thee thing THOMAS NABBES thou art Timothy twas unto Velasco Vertumnus virtue vows Warehouse
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الصفحة 67 - Beauty is but a flower, Which wrinkles will devour: Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye; I am sick, I must die. Lord have mercy on us!
الصفحة 20 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...
الصفحة 20 - The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
الصفحة 10 - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
الصفحة 77 - Croydon's pleasure. Short days, sharp days, long nights come on apace, Ah! who shall hide us from the winter's face? Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease, And here we lie, God knows, with little ease. From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us! London doth mourn, Lambeth is quite forlorn. Trades cry, woe worth that ever they were born.
الصفحة 54 - And think so still, so Stella know my mind; Profess indeed I do not Cupid's art; But you, fair maids, at length this true shall find, That his right badge is but worn in the heart. Dumb swans, not chattering pies, do lovers prove; They love indeed who quake to say they love.
الصفحة 54 - And think so still ! so STELLA know my mind. Profess indeed I do not CUPID'S art: But you, fair maids ! at length, this true shall find, That his right badge is but worn in the heart. Dumb swans not chattering pies, do lovers prove. They love indeed who quake to say they love.
الصفحة 20 - Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring : Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo...
الصفحة 67 - ADIEU, farewell earth's bliss, This world uncertain is; Fond are life's lustful joys, Death proves them all but toys, None from his darts can fly. I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade, All things to end are made. The plague full swift goes by. I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air, Queens...
الصفحة 68 - Come, Come, the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness: Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply: I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us!