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arms bear believe better blood bring brother Brutus cause character Charles Chas comes dare dear death doth Earl Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Face fair faith fall father fear follow Gaveston give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold holy honour hope I'll Isab keep Kent king Lady Sneer Lady Teaz leave light live look lord madam master means meet Mildred mind Mortimer nature never night once play poor pray queen rest SCENE shepherd Sir Oliv Sir Pet Sir Peter soul speak stay sure Surf Surface sweet Teazle tell thank thee there's thing thou thought Tres true turn unto young
Strana xvii - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Strana 195 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads ; See the heavy clouds low falling, And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night...
Strana 288 - Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married.
Strana 272 - tis out of pure good humor, and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell's too. SIR PET. Well, well, I'll call in, just to look after my own character.
Strana 314 - A very clear account, upon my word ! and I dare swear the lady will vouch for every article of it. Lady Teaz. For not one word of it, sir Peter ! Sir Pet.
Strana 77 - Pretender, beware at what hands thou receiv'st thy commodity; for thou wert never more fair in the way to be coz'ned than in this age in Poetry, especially in the Plays: wherein, now the concupiscence of dances and antics so reigneth, as to run away from nature, and be afraid of her, is the only point of art that tickles the spectators.
Strana 70 - Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the town, And therefore, let us take horse and away.
Strana 217 - Do not fear to put thy feet Naked in the river sweet ' ; Think not leech, or newt, or toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high, As thou wad'st in, make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me, And not a wave shall trouble thee.