A Select Collection of Old Plays: The chronicle of Edward the First; The mayor of Quinborough; Grim, the collier of Croydon; The city night-cap; The parson's weddingSeptimus Prowett, 23, Old Bond Street., 1827 |
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Strana 37
... hang and pine . Longsh . Oh villains , traitors , how will I be veng'd ! Lluellen . What threat'st thou , Edward ? Desperate minds contemn That fury menaceth . See thy word's effects . [ He cuts his nose . David . Oh gracious heaven ...
... hang and pine . Longsh . Oh villains , traitors , how will I be veng'd ! Lluellen . What threat'st thou , Edward ? Desperate minds contemn That fury menaceth . See thy word's effects . [ He cuts his nose . David . Oh gracious heaven ...
Strana 45
... hang'd , half Sinon's sa- pons 38 brood . Lluellen . Good words , Sir Rice : wrongs have best remedy So taken with time , patience , and policy . But where is the Friar ? who can tell ? Enter FRIAR . Friar . That can I , master , very ...
... hang'd , half Sinon's sa- pons 38 brood . Lluellen . Good words , Sir Rice : wrongs have best remedy So taken with time , patience , and policy . But where is the Friar ? who can tell ? Enter FRIAR . Friar . That can I , master , very ...
Strana 51
... Hang me if I do not pay you . Mortimer . Oh friar , you grow choleric : well , have No man to court your mistress , but yourself . On my word , I'll take you down a button - hole . Friar . Ye talk , ye talk , child " 1 . Enter LLUELLEN ...
... Hang me if I do not pay you . Mortimer . Oh friar , you grow choleric : well , have No man to court your mistress , but yourself . On my word , I'll take you down a button - hole . Friar . Ye talk , ye talk , child " 1 . Enter LLUELLEN ...
Strana 75
... hang , That honour'd with a golden rope of England , And a silver gibbet of Scotland , thou mayst Hang EDWARD I. 75.
... hang , That honour'd with a golden rope of England , And a silver gibbet of Scotland , thou mayst Hang EDWARD I. 75.
Strana 76
Robert Dodsley John Payne Collier. And a silver gibbet of Scotland , thou mayst Hang in the air for fowls to feed upon , And men to wonder at . Away with him ! Away ! After the sight of JOHN BALIOL is done , enter MOR- TIMER pursuing the ...
Robert Dodsley John Payne Collier. And a silver gibbet of Scotland , thou mayst Hang in the air for fowls to feed upon , And men to wonder at . Away with him ! Away ! After the sight of JOHN BALIOL is done , enter MOR- TIMER pursuing the ...
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Abstemia Akercock Aminadab Antonio Baliol Bawd Belphagor Captain Careless Castiliano Castiza Clinton Clown Constantius cuckold David death devil Dorothea doth Dunstan earl Edward Elinor England Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith fool Forrest fortune Francisco Friar gentleman George Peele give Glocester grace Grim hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hengist honest Honorea honour Horsus Jaspro Joan John Baliol Jolly king king of Kent Lacy lady live Lluellen Lodovico Longsh lord Lorenzo Loveall madam maid Marian marry master master constable Milan mistress Morbo Mortimer Musgrave never old copies omnes Pambo Parson Philippo play Pleasant poison'd pr'ythee pray prince queen Robin Robin Goodfellow Roxena Second Cheater servant shalt shew Shorthose Simon slave soul speak Spinoso swear sweet tell thee there's thou art twas twill unto Verona Vortiger Wanton wench whore Widow wife Wild woman
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Strana 343 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Strana 104 - Qneenborongh, whom you have all heard of, and some of you beheld upon the stage, now begins to walk abroad in print : he has been known sufficiently by the reputation of his wit, which is enough, by the way, to distinguish him from ordinary mayors ; but wit, you know, has...
Strana 15 - Triumphant Edward, how like sturdy oaks Do these thy soldiers circle thee about, To shield and shelter thee from winter's storms! , , Display thy cross, old Aimes of the Vies : , Dub on your drums, tanned with India's sun, My lusty western lads : Matrevers thou ,, , Sound proudly here a perfect point of war, In honour of thy sovereign's safe return.
Strana 347 - As it was Acted with great Applause, by Her Majesties Servants, at the Phoenix in Drury Lane. London: Printed by Ja: Cottrel, for Samuel Speed, at the Signe of the Printing-Press in St. Paul's Church-yard. 1661.
Strana 100 - The Famous Chronicle of king Edward the first, sirnamed Edward Longshankes, with his returne from the holy land. Also the life of Llevellen rebell in Wales. Lastly, the sinking of Queene Elinor, who sunck at Charingcrosse, and rose againe at Potters-hith, now named Queenehith.
Strana 57 - Ladies, by your leave : How doth my Nell, mine own, my love, my life, My heart, my dear, my dove, my queen, my wife ? Q. ELINOR. Ned, art thou come, sweet Ned? welcome, my joy ! Thy Nell presents thee with a lovely boy : * many a day] The 4to of 1599 omits
Strana 21 - Now, master, as I am true wag, I will be neither late nor lag, But go and come with gossip's cheer, Ere Gib our cat can lick her ear. For long ago I learnt in school, That lover's desire and pleasures cool. Sanct Ceres sweets and Bacchus vine ; Now, master, for the cakes and wine.
Strana 23 - FRIAR. My masters and friends, I am a poor friar, a man of God's making, and a good fellow as you are, legs, feet, face and hands, and heart, from top to toe, of my word, right shape and Christendom.
Strana 259 - I came into the earth, 1 chose a wife both young and beautiful, The only daughter to a noble earl : But when the night came that I should her bed, I found another laid there in her stead ; And in the morning when I found the change, Though I deny'd her, I was forc'd to take her. With her I liv'd in such a mild estate, Us'd her still kindly, lov'd her tenderly ; Which she requited with such light regurd, So loose demeanour, and dishonest life, That she was each man's whore that was my wife.
Strana 333 - He's gone, he's gone; warm yet, bleeds fresh! and whilst We here hold passion play, we but advantage The flying murderer. Bear his body gently Unto the lodge : Oh what hand hath so hid That sunlike face, behind a crimson cloud ! Use all means possible for life : but I fear Charity will arrive too late. To horse ! Disperse through the wood ! run, ride, make way ! The Sun in Millain is eclips'd this day.