The Works of Thomas Middleton, Now First Collected: Some account of Middleton and his works. The old law, by P. Massinger, T. Middleton and W. Rowley. Mayor of Queenborough. Blurt, master-constable. The phœnix. Michaelmas termE. Lumley, 1840 |
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Strana lxxvi
... Evans's Old Ballads , vol . iii . p . 76 , ed . 1810 . Vol . v . p . 148 , 1. 9 . Midsummer - Eve , that watches warmest ] Perhaps this is an allusion to the setting out of the Midsummer watch : see Her- bert's Hist of the Twelve Great ...
... Evans's Old Ballads , vol . iii . p . 76 , ed . 1810 . Vol . v . p . 148 , 1. 9 . Midsummer - Eve , that watches warmest ] Perhaps this is an allusion to the setting out of the Midsummer watch : see Her- bert's Hist of the Twelve Great ...
Strana 25
... EVAN . Executioner ! CRAT . My lord . EVAN . How did old Diocles take his death ? CRAT . As weeping brides receive their joys at night ; i With trembling , yet with patience . EVAN . Why , ' twas well . VOL . I. i at night ] Old ed ...
... EVAN . Executioner ! CRAT . My lord . EVAN . How did old Diocles take his death ? CRAT . As weeping brides receive their joys at night ; i With trembling , yet with patience . EVAN . Why , ' twas well . VOL . I. i at night ] Old ed ...
Strana 26
... EVAN . No ! you did not well in't , For he that's all spent is ripe for death at all hours , And does but trifle time out . FIRST COURT . Troth , my lord , I would I had known your mind nine years ago . EVAN . Our law is fourscore years ...
... EVAN . No ! you did not well in't , For he that's all spent is ripe for death at all hours , And does but trifle time out . FIRST COURT . Troth , my lord , I would I had known your mind nine years ago . EVAN . Our law is fourscore years ...
Strana 27
... EVAN . Why now , methinks , our court looks like a spring , Sweet , fresh , and fashionable , now the old weeds are gone . FIRST COURT . ' Tis as a court should be : Gloss and good clothes , my lord , no matter for merit ; And herein ...
... EVAN . Why now , methinks , our court looks like a spring , Sweet , fresh , and fashionable , now the old weeds are gone . FIRST COURT . ' Tis as a court should be : Gloss and good clothes , my lord , no matter for merit ; And herein ...
Strana 28
... EVAN . You but wrong Our kindness , and your own deserts , to doubt on't . Has not our law made you rich before your time ? Our countenance then can make you honourable . FIRST COURT . We'll spare for no cost , sir , to appear worthy . EVAN ...
... EVAN . You but wrong Our kindness , and your own deserts , to doubt on't . Has not our law made you rich before your time ? Our countenance then can make you honourable . FIRST COURT . We'll spare for no cost , sir , to appear worthy . EVAN ...
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Strana 187 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana xxxvii - Lastly, I would inform you, that this book, in all numbers, is not the same with that which was acted on the public stage ; wherein a second pen had good share...
Strana 71 - gainst a thief That comes to steal our goods, things all without us, That prove vexation often more than comfort, How mighty ought our providence to be To prevent those, if any such there were, That...
Strana 129 - Think, hath the world a folly like this madness ? Keep still that holy and immaculate fire, You chaste lamp of eternity ! 'tis a treasure Too precious for death's moment to partake, This twinkling of short life. Disdain as much To let mortality know you, as stars To kiss the pavements ; you've a substance as Excellent as theirs, holding your pureness : They look upon corruption, as you do, But are stars still ; be you a virgin too.
Strana 260 - Being deep in love, at lovers' broken sleeps : But say a golden slumber chance to tie With silken strings the cover of love's eye, Then dreams, magician-like, mocking present Pleasures, whose fading leaves more discontent.
Strana 73 - Leon. How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman ! It is so seldom heard, that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses.
Strana xxxix - Excellent Bewmont, in the foremost ranke Of the rar'st wits, was never more than Franck. Mellifluous Shakespeare, whose enchanting quill Commanded mirth or passion, was but Will; And famous Johnson, though his learned pen Be dipt in Castaly, is still but Ben.
Strana 75 - Why, how should I believe this ? Look, he's merry, As if he had no such charge. One with that care Could never be so still ; he holds his temper, And 'tis the same still ; with no difference, He brought his father's corpse to the grave with. He laugh'd thus then, you know.
Strana 424 - O that sweet, neat, comely, proper, delicate, parcel of land ! like a fine gentlewoman i' th' waist, not so great as pretty, pretty ; the trees in summer ivhistling, the silver waters by the banks harmoniously gliding. I should have been a scholar; an excellent place for a student ; fit for my son that lately commenced at Cambridge, whom now I have placed at inns of court. Thus we that seldom get lands honestly, must leave our heirs to inherit our knavery : but, whist ; one turn about my shop, and...
Strana lxxiv - Whither, sir, I pray ? To the bleak air of storms, among those trees Which we had shelter from. Sim. Yes, from our growth, Our sap and livelihood, and from our fruit. What! 'tis not jubilee with thee yet, I think; Thou look'st so sad on't.