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... slave . Signior Balurdo , wilt thou be my servant too ? Bal . O god forsooth in very good earnest , law , you wold make me as a man should say , as a man should say . Feli . Slud , sweet beauty , will you deign him your service ? Ros ...
... slave . Signior Balurdo , wilt thou be my servant too ? Bal . O god forsooth in very good earnest , law , you wold make me as a man should say , as a man should say . Feli . Slud , sweet beauty , will you deign him your service ? Ros ...
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... slaves as those . Ros . Flavia , attend me to attire me . [ Exeunt Rossaline and Flavia . Bal . In sad good earnest , sir , you have toucht the very bare of naked truth ; my silk stocking hath a good glosse , and I thanke my planets ...
... slaves as those . Ros . Flavia , attend me to attire me . [ Exeunt Rossaline and Flavia . Bal . In sad good earnest , sir , you have toucht the very bare of naked truth ; my silk stocking hath a good glosse , and I thanke my planets ...
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... slave . O , you that made open the glibbery ice Of vulgar favour , viewe Andrugio . Was never prince with more applause confirm'd , With louder shouts of tryumph launched out Into the surgy maine of government : Was never Prince with ...
... slave . O , you that made open the glibbery ice Of vulgar favour , viewe Andrugio . Was never prince with more applause confirm'd , With louder shouts of tryumph launched out Into the surgy maine of government : Was never Prince with ...
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... slaves . And . Doe not expostulate the heavens will : But , O , remember to forget thy selfe : Forget remembrance what thou once hast bin . Come , creepe with me from out this open ayre . Even trees have tongues , and will betray our ...
... slaves . And . Doe not expostulate the heavens will : But , O , remember to forget thy selfe : Forget remembrance what thou once hast bin . Come , creepe with me from out this open ayre . Even trees have tongues , and will betray our ...
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... Come , let me die like old Andrugio : Worthy my birth . O blood - true - honor❜d graves Are farre more blessed then base life of slaves . [ Exeunt . Bal . ACTUS QUINTUS . Enter BALURDO , a Painter 54 [ ACT IV . THE FIRST PART OF.
... Come , let me die like old Andrugio : Worthy my birth . O blood - true - honor❜d graves Are farre more blessed then base life of slaves . [ Exeunt . Bal . ACTUS QUINTUS . Enter BALURDO , a Painter 54 [ ACT IV . THE FIRST PART OF.
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Albano Alberto Andrugio Antonio ANTONIO AND MELLIDA armes Asdruball ayre Balurdo beleeve blood bloud breast breath Carthage CARTHALO CASTILIO Celia cheeke Cirta Cornets sound cynet dead deare Dildo dost doth Duke Eastward Hoe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faire faith fate father feare Feli Feliche foole FOROBOSCO fortune GALEATZO Gelosso give gods gratious griefe Harke hast hate hath heart heaven honour Iaco Iacomo John Marston Jove Jugurth kisse ladie Laverdure live looke lord Lucio Marston Massinissa Mellida musicke nere night passion perfumer Piero pree thee prince Quadratus revenge Rossaline Saint Marke sceane SCENA Scipio shee Sinior slave sonne Sophonisba soule speake spirit Strotzo sute sweete Syphax thinke thou art thought troth twill unto Venice vertue weele weepe whilst wretched Zanthia
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Page 71 - Who winks and shuts his apprehension up From common sense of what men were and are, Who would not know what men must be — let such Hurry amain from our black-visaged shows : We shall affright their eyes.
Page 130 - I ha' but played a part Like to some boy that acts a tragedy, Speaks burly words and raves out passion; But when he thinks upon his infant weakness, He droops his eye. I spake more than a god, Yet am less than a man.
Page 127 - Screch't out so lowd that he brought back her soule, Calde her againe, that her bright eyes gan ope, And starde upon him. He, audatious foole, Dar'd kisse her hand, wisht her soft rest, lov'd bride ; She fumbled out, thanks good, and so she dide.
Page xiii - He had many quarrells with Marston, beat him, and took his pistol from him, wrote his Poetaster on him; the beginning of them were, that Marston represented him in the stage, in his youth given to venerie.
Page 241 - Phantusia incomplexa — is a function Even of the bright immortal part of man. It is the common passe, the sacred dore, Unto the prive chamber of the soule; That bar'd, nought passeth past the baser court Of outward scence by it th' inamorate Most lively thinkes he sees the absent beauties Of his lov'd mistres.
Page 303 - ... rose. Page 231, line 32. My pretty peate. — Peat, a term of endearment for a delicate person. " I overtook the wench, a pretty peat,
Page xi - I ask't Phisitions what their counsell was For a mad dogge, or for a mankind asse ? They told me, though there were confections store Of poppie-seede and soveraigne hellebore.
Page 71 - HE rawish danke of clumzie winter ramps The fluent summers vaine ; and drizling sleete Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numd earth, Whilst snarling gusts nibble the juyceles leaves, From the nak't shuddring branch ; and pils the skinne From off the soft and delicate aspectes. O now, me thinks, a sullen tragick sceane Would suite the time, with pleasing congruence.^ May we be happie in our weake devoyer, And all parte pleas'd in most wisht content ; But sweate of Hercules can nere beget So blest...
Page 79 - bout the couch of night; And now Auroras horse trots azure rings, Breathing faire light about the firmament. Stand, what's that ? Mat. And if a horned divell should burst forth, I would passe on him with a mortall stocke. Alb. Oh, a horned divell would proove ominous Unto a bridegroomes eyes. Mat. A horned divell ? Good : ha, ha, ha !—very good ! Alb. Good tand prince, laugh not. By the joyes of love, When thou dost girne, thy rusty face doth looke Like the head of a rosted rabbit: fie upont.
Page 251 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I stagger'd, knew not which was firmer part, But thought, quoted, read, observ'd and pryed, Stufft noting-books : and still my spaniel slept. At length he wak'd, and yawned ; and by yon sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I.