The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 2John Stockdale, Piccadilly, 1811 |
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... wench ? Dula . Come , ladies , will you help ? Evad . I am soon undone . Dula . And as soon done : Good store of clothes will trouble you at both . Evad . Art thou drunk , Dula ? Dula . Why , here's none but we . Evad . Thou think'st ...
... wench ? Dula . Come , ladies , will you help ? Evad . I am soon undone . Dula . And as soon done : Good store of clothes will trouble you at both . Evad . Art thou drunk , Dula ? Dula . Why , here's none but we . Evad . Thou think'st ...
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... wench , thou may'st be taken . Evad . Ladies , good - night : I'll do the rest myself . Dula . Nay , let your lord do some . Asp . Lay a garland on my hearse , Of the dismal yew . Evad . That's one of your sad songs , madam . Asp ...
... wench , thou may'st be taken . Evad . Ladies , good - night : I'll do the rest myself . Dula . Nay , let your lord do some . Asp . Lay a garland on my hearse , Of the dismal yew . Evad . That's one of your sad songs , madam . Asp ...
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... wench do , if she were As- Here she would stand , till some more pitying god [ wench ! Turn'd her to marble ? ' Tis enough , my Shew me the piece of needlework you wrought . Ant . Of Ariadne , madam ? Asp . Yes , that piece . This ...
... wench do , if she were As- Here she would stand , till some more pitying god [ wench ! Turn'd her to marble ? ' Tis enough , my Shew me the piece of needlework you wrought . Ant . Of Ariadne , madam ? Asp . Yes , that piece . This ...
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... wench ; we'll have a snap at her one of these nights , as she goes from him . 1. Content . How quickly he had done with her ! I see , kings can do no more that way than other mortal people . 2. How fast he is ! I cannot hear him breathe ...
... wench ; we'll have a snap at her one of these nights , as she goes from him . 1. Content . How quickly he had done with her ! I see , kings can do no more that way than other mortal people . 2. How fast he is ! I cannot hear him breathe ...
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... wench ; I like her wit well ; ' twill be rare to stir up a leaden appe- tite . She's a Danäe , and must be courted in a shower of gold . Madam , look here : All these , and more than- Gal . What have you there , my lord ? Gold : Now ...
... wench ; I like her wit well ; ' twill be rare to stir up a leaden appe- tite . She's a Danäe , and must be courted in a shower of gold . Madam , look here : All these , and more than- Gal . What have you there , my lord ? Gold : Now ...
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Сторінка lxxxix - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Сторінка xxvii - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Сторінка xcii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Сторінка xlii - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Сторінка x - Their plays are now the most pleasant and frequent entertainments of the stage; two of theirs being acted through the year for one of Shakespeare's or Jonson's...
Сторінка xlix - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Сторінка xxv - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Сторінка x - Shakespeare's or Jonson's: the reason is because there is a certain gaiety in their comedies, and pathos in their more serious plays which suits generally with all men's humours. Shakespeare's language is likewise a little obsolete, and Ben Jonson's wit comes short of theirs.
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