Love's cure; or, The martial maid. Women pleas'd. The night-walker; or, The little thief. The island princess. The woman's prize; or, The tamer tam'd. The noble gentleman. The coronation. The sea-voyage. The coxcomb. Wit at several weapons. The fair maid of the inn. Cupid's revenge. The two noble kinsmen. The tragedy of Thierry and Theodoret. The woman-hater. The nice valour; or, The passionate madman. The honest man's fortune. The masque of the Inner-Temple and Gray's Inn; Gray's Inn and the Inner-Temple. Four plays, or moral representations, in oneJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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Strana 13
... serv'd : well said ! --- Oh , equal Heav'n , how wisely thou disposest Thy several gifts ! One's born a great rich fool , For the subordinate knave to work upon ; Another's poor , with wit's addition , Which well or ill us'd , builds a ...
... serv'd : well said ! --- Oh , equal Heav'n , how wisely thou disposest Thy several gifts ! One's born a great rich fool , For the subordinate knave to work upon ; Another's poor , with wit's addition , Which well or ill us'd , builds a ...
Strana 36
... serv'd you right , sirrah , [ shows to me , You saucy rogue ! -- How poor my intent How naked now , and foolish ! Soto . Are you sure he has not hit me ? It gave a monstrous bounce . Clau . You rose o ' your right side , And said your ...
... serv'd you right , sirrah , [ shows to me , You saucy rogue ! -- How poor my intent How naked now , and foolish ! Soto . Are you sure he has not hit me ? It gave a monstrous bounce . Clau . You rose o ' your right side , And said your ...
Strana 47
... serv'd me ! [ goes , I'll follow this : soft , soft ! to th ' door it And thro ' to th ' other side ! a damn'd string ' tis ! I am abus'd , topt , cuckolded , fool'd , jaded , Ridden to death , to madness ! Stay , this helps not ; Stay ...
... serv'd me ! [ goes , I'll follow this : soft , soft ! to th ' door it And thro ' to th ' other side ! a damn'd string ' tis ! I am abus'd , topt , cuckolded , fool'd , jaded , Ridden to death , to madness ! Stay , this helps not ; Stay ...
Strana 61
... serv'd ; and counsell'd you . [ wench ; I met you at the farmer's first , a country- Where fearing to be known , I took that habit , And , to make you laughing - sport at this mad marriage , By secret aid of my friend Rodope , We got ...
... serv'd ; and counsell'd you . [ wench ; I met you at the farmer's first , a country- Where fearing to be known , I took that habit , And , to make you laughing - sport at this mad marriage , By secret aid of my friend Rodope , We got ...
Strana 69
... Serv . They are not in the window , where they use to be . Wildb . What foolish dreams are these ! Alg . I'm mad . Wildb . I hope so ; [ you . If you ben't mad , I'll do my best to make 1 Gentlew . This is some trick . 2 Gentlew . I ...
... Serv . They are not in the window , where they use to be . Wildb . What foolish dreams are these ! Alg . I'm mad . Wildb . I hope so ; [ you . If you ben't mad , I'll do my best to make 1 Gentlew . This is some trick . 2 Gentlew . I ...
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Alathe Aminta Arcadius Bacha Bianca bless Brun Cassander Clar Clown Cunn dare Daugh devil dost Duch Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool for't fortune Gent gentleman give Gond grace Greg hast hath hear heart Heav'n honest honour hope i'th Isab Ismenus Jaques king kiss lady Lapet Leuc Leucippus live Livia look lord Lucio Lurc Lysimachus madam maid Maria marriage marry master Merc mistress Mont mother ne'er never Niece night noble NOBLE KINSMEN on't Palamon Pedro Petron Petru Polid Pompey poor pray prince prithee Quisar Rowl SCENE servant Seward shew Silvio Soph Sophia Sophocles soul speak sure sweet sword Sympson tell thank thee Theodoret There's Theseus thing thou art thro twas twill unto Viola wench wife Wildb Witty woman word
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Strana 434 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Strana 521 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Strana 521 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Strana 400 - That woo the wills of men to vanity I see through now ; and am sufficient To tell the world 'tis but a gaudy shadow, That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. What had we been, old in the court of Creon, Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance The virtues of the great ones...
Strana 415 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Strana 366 - Then we will be coy no more, But thy deity adore : Troths at fifteen we will plight, And will tread a dance...
Strana 387 - Servants, with great Applause: Written by the memorable worthies of their time, Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. William Shakespeare, Gent.
Strana 574 - Shake off your heavy trance, And leap into a dance, Such as no mortals use to tread, Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead, And all the stars to follow!
Strana 457 - For in the silent grave no conversation, No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers, No careful father's counsel — nothing's heard, For nothing is, but all oblivion, Dust, and an endless darkness.
Strana 487 - Yet cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, From all that fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here ; a brave patience, And the enjoying of our griefs together.