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 28
... comes here ! I smell death , and another courtier , Simonides . m where ] i . e . whereas . " Wood ] i . e . mad , raging : so M. Mason reads , for " Would " of the old ed . Gifford gives " Worried , " to per fect , as he says , the ...
... comes here ! I smell death , and another courtier , Simonides . m where ] i . e . whereas . " Wood ] i . e . mad , raging : so M. Mason reads , for " Would " of the old ed . Gifford gives " Worried , " to per fect , as he says , the ...
Strana 32
... comes your payment . FIRST COURT . Simonides . [ Exit ANTIGONA . SIM . Push , I'm not brave enough to hold you talk yet ; Give a man time ; I have a suit a making . SECOND COURT . We love thy form first ; brave clothes will come , man ...
... comes your payment . FIRST COURT . Simonides . [ Exit ANTIGONA . SIM . Push , I'm not brave enough to hold you talk yet ; Give a man time ; I have a suit a making . SECOND COURT . We love thy form first ; brave clothes will come , man ...
Strana 33
... comes all the way smiling , do you observ't ? I never saw a corse so joyfully follow'd : Light colours and light cheeks ! who should this be ? ' Tis a thing worth resolving . SIM . One , belike , That doth participate this our present ...
... comes all the way smiling , do you observ't ? I never saw a corse so joyfully follow'd : Light colours and light cheeks ! who should this be ? ' Tis a thing worth resolving . SIM . One , belike , That doth participate this our present ...
Strana 51
... comes company ; asses have ears as well as pitchers . Cook . O Gnotho , h how is't ? here's a trick ' of discarded cards of us ! we were ranked with coats , as long as our old master lived . GNOTH . And is this then the end of serving ...
... comes company ; asses have ears as well as pitchers . Cook . O Gnotho , h how is't ? here's a trick ' of discarded cards of us ! we were ranked with coats , as long as our old master lived . GNOTH . And is this then the end of serving ...
Strana 54
... comes eating - tide , plump and gorgeous . GNOTH . This tailor will be a man , if ever there were any . BAIL . Now comes my turn , I hope , goodman Finis , you that are still at the end of all , with a so be it . Well now , sirs , do ...
... comes eating - tide , plump and gorgeous . GNOTH . This tailor will be a man , if ever there were any . BAIL . Now comes my turn , I hope , goodman Finis , you that are still at the end of all , with a so be it . Well now , sirs , do ...
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beseech BLURT captain CASTIZA CLEAN Cleanthes CONST COUN courtier CREON Curvetto death DOYT DUKE Enter EVAN Exeunt Exit eyes father FIDELIO follow FONT Fontinelle for't FRIS Frisco Game at Chess GENT gentleman give GNOTH grace GRAZ hath hear heart HENG HENGIST HIPPOLITO honour hope husband i'faith IMPERIA keep king of Kent knave KNIGHT lady Latronello Lethe live look lord marry master Blastfield master constable master Easy master Quomodo Middleton mistress ne'er never NIECE Old ed Old eds on't PHŒ pity play pray prithee PROD Queenborough Re-enter SCENE SECOND COURT shew Shortyard signior Simonides suit sweet thee there's Thomas Middleton thou troth twas twill unto VIOL VORT VORTIGER wench what's wife woman word worship
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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.