A Select Collection of Old Plays: George A Greene, the pinner of Wakefield; The first part of Jeronymo; The Spanish tragedy; The honest whore, pt. I-IISeptimus Prowett, 23, Old Bond Street., 1825 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alcario Alexandro Anselmo Astolfo Balthazar bawd Belimperia Bellafront Bettris blood Bonfield Bots Candido Carolo Castile Castruchio Cerberine Constable Cuddy death Dekkar devil Don Andrea dost doth Duke earl of Kendall edition Edward embassador Enter Exit eyes fair father fear Fluello Fustigo gentlemen George a Greene give gown hand hast hath hear heart heaven hell Hieronimo Hipolito hither Honest Whore honour Horatio Infelice is't Isabella Jenkin Jeronimo Kendall king Lazarotto live Lodovico look lord Lorenzo Madman marry master Matheo mistress murder never night Orlando Pedringano Pinner Pioratto play Portugal pr'ythee pray Prentice prince revenge Robin Robin Hood Roger Rogero Servant shew Shoemaker Signior sirrah slain soul Spain Spanish Tragedy Steevens's Note swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou shalt troth unto Viceroy villain Wakefield wench what's Wife woman words y'are Zounds
Pasajes populares
Página 141 - t is here hard by behind the house; There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure, For die he must, if we do mean to live.
Página 148 - I must go to Pedringano, and tell him his pardon is in this box ; nay, I would have sworn it, had I not seen the contrary. — I cannot choose but smile to think how the villain will flout the gallows, scorn the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence.
Página 172 - Closely and safely fitting things to time. But in extremes advantage hath no time : And therefore all times fit not for revenge. Thus therefore will I rest me in unrest, Dissembling quiet in unquietness...
Página 321 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. — The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
Página 159 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 172 - Strike, and strike home, where wrong is offered thee; For evils unto ills conductors be, And death's the worst of resolution. For he that thinks with patience to contend To quiet life, his life shall easily end.
Página 175 - Come on, old father, be my Orpheus, And if thou canst no notes upon the harp, Then sound the burden of thy sore heart's grief, Till we do gain that Proserpine may grant Revenge on them that murdered my son.
Página 283 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all ! DEKKER.
Página 153 - Was this the ransom he reserv'd thee for? Woe to the cause of these constrained wars! Woe to thy baseness and captivity, Woe to thy birth, thy body, and thy soul, Thy cursed father, and thy conquer'd self!
Página 182 - I'll meet him face to face, to tell me so! These be the scandalous reports of such As love not me, and hate my lord too much. Should I suspect Lorenzo would prevent Or cross my suit, that loved my son so well?