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 2
... dare the proud defendants to a sally , Weary of ease , don Inigo Peralta , Son to the general of our Castile forces , All arm'd , advanc'd within shot of their walls , From whence the musqueteers play'd thick upon him [ ger Yet he ...
... dare the proud defendants to a sally , Weary of ease , don Inigo Peralta , Son to the general of our Castile forces , All arm'd , advanc'd within shot of their walls , From whence the musqueteers play'd thick upon him [ ger Yet he ...
Strana 3
... Dares contradict his pow'r ? Vit . In this I dare , And will ; and not call his prerogative In question , nor presume to limit it . I know he is the master of his laws , And may forgive the forfeits made to them , But not the injury ...
... Dares contradict his pow'r ? Vit . In this I dare , And will ; and not call his prerogative In question , nor presume to limit it . I know he is the master of his laws , And may forgive the forfeits made to them , But not the injury ...
Strana 6
... dare not give allowance to.- Unnatural wretch , what wilt thou do ? Clara . Set free A noble enemy : come not on ! by Heaven , You pass to him thro ' me ! The way is open . Farewell ! when next I meet you , do not look for A friend ...
... dare not give allowance to.- Unnatural wretch , what wilt thou do ? Clara . Set free A noble enemy : come not on ! by Heaven , You pass to him thro ' me ! The way is open . Farewell ! when next I meet you , do not look for A friend ...
Strana 22
... dare , sir , from you Endure the trial . Vit . Ha ! once more , I pray you ! The best I ever tasted ; and ' tis said I have prov'd many . ' Tis not safe , I fear , To ask the rest now . Well , I will leave whoring , And luck herein send ...
... dare , sir , from you Endure the trial . Vit . Ha ! once more , I pray you ! The best I ever tasted ; and ' tis said I have prov'd many . ' Tis not safe , I fear , To ask the rest now . Well , I will leave whoring , And luck herein send ...
Strana 23
... dare not trust The dungeon with them ; no , I'll have them To my own house . [ home Pach . We'd rather go to prison ... dares fight , I care not : I'll to bed . Look to your prisoners , Alguazier . [ Exit with Bob . Alg . All's clear'd ...
... dare not trust The dungeon with them ; no , I'll have them To my own house . [ home Pach . We'd rather go to prison ... dares fight , I care not : I'll to bed . Look to your prisoners , Alguazier . [ Exit with Bob . Alg . All's clear'd ...
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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.