Old English plays [ed. by C. W. Dilke].

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Seite 279 - tis impossible thou canst be so wicked, Or shelter such a cunning cruelty, To make his death the murderer of my honour ! Thy language is so bold and vicious, I cannot see which way I can forgive it With any modesty.
Seite 252 - The place is my charge ; you have kept your hour, And the reward of a just meeting bless you ! I hear my lady coming : complete gentleman, I dare not be too busy with my praises, They're dangerous things to deal with. [Exit. Als. This goes well ; These women are the ladies' cabinets, Things of most precious trust are lock'd into 'em.
Seite 270 - Fie, out again! I had rather you kept Your other posture ; you become not your tongue When you speak from your clothes. Ant. How can he freeze, Lives near so sweet a warmth ? shall I alone Walk through the orchard of the Hesperides, And cowardly not dare to pull an apple ? This with the red cheeks I must venture for.
Seite 273 - What should I fear, Having all joys about me? Do you smile, And love shall play the wanton on your lip, Meet and retire, retire and meet again: Look you but cheerfully, and in your eyes I shall behold mine own deformity, And dress myself up fairer; I know this shape Becomes me not—
Seite 238 - Yes, sir, for every part has his hour: we wake at six and look about us, that's eye-hour; at seven we should pray, that's knee-hour; at eight walk, that's leg-hour; at nine gather flowers and pluck a rose, k that's nose-hour; at ten we drink, that's mouth-hour; at eleven lay about us for victuals, that's hand-hour; at twelve go to dinner, that's belly-hour.
Seite 323 - All we can do to comfort one another, To stay a brother's sorrow for a brother, To dry a child from the kind father's eyes, Is to no purpose, it rather multiplies : Your only smiles have power to cause re-live The dead again, or in their rooms to give Brother a new brother, father a child ; If these appear, all griefs are reeoncil'd.
Seite 281 - Let this silence thee: The wealth of all Valencia shall not buy My pleasure from me; Can you weep Fate from its determined purpose?
Seite 267 - No, I'll see you wiser first : to your own kennel ! Fran. No noise, she sleeps ; draw all the curtains round, Let no soft sound molest the pretty soul, But love, and love creeps in at a mouse-hole.
Seite 235 - em, and draw thine own skin off with 'em ! [Exit with DIAPHANTA and Servants. De F. Here's a favour come with a mischief now ! I know She had rather wear my pelt z tann'd in a pair Of dancing pumps, than I should thrust my fingers Into her sockets here...
Seite 245 - That bosom well who of his thoughts partakes, Proves most discreet in every choice he makes. Methinks I love now with the eyes of judgment, And see the way to merit, clearly see it.

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