The Works of John Marston, Том 2J.C. Nimmo, 1887 |
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... ends happily . The play is enlivened by an underplot , which deals with the various tricks played by a clever knave called Cocledemoy on a vintner of Cheap , Master Mulligrub . PROLOGUE . SLIGHT hasty labours in this easy play Present.
... ends happily . The play is enlivened by an underplot , which deals with the various tricks played by a clever knave called Cocledemoy on a vintner of Cheap , Master Mulligrub . PROLOGUE . SLIGHT hasty labours in this easy play Present.
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... Master MULLIGRUB , a vintner . Master BURNISH , a goldsmith . LIONEL , his man . HOLIFERNES Reinscure , a barber's boy . BEATRICE , CRISPINELLA , } Sir HUBERT's daughters . PUTIFER , their nurse . Mistress MULLIGRUB . FRANCESCHINA , a ...
... Master MULLIGRUB , a vintner . Master BURNISH , a goldsmith . LIONEL , his man . HOLIFERNES Reinscure , a barber's boy . BEATRICE , CRISPINELLA , } Sir HUBERT's daughters . PUTIFER , their nurse . Mistress MULLIGRUB . FRANCESCHINA , a ...
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... Master Cocledemoy , I fear you'll play the knave , and restore them . Coc . No , by the lord , aunt , 2 restitution is catholic , and thou know'st we love- Mar. What ? 10 Coc . Oracles are ceased : tempus præteritum , doest hear , my ...
... Master Cocledemoy , I fear you'll play the knave , and restore them . Coc . No , by the lord , aunt , 2 restitution is catholic , and thou know'st we love- Mar. What ? 10 Coc . Oracles are ceased : tempus præteritum , doest hear , my ...
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... Master Cocledemoy , ut vales , Domine ! 150 Coc . Ago tibi gratias , my worshipful friend , how does your friend ? Free . Out , you rascal ! Coc . Hang toasts , you are an ass ; much o ' your worship's brain lies in your calves ; bread ...
... Master Cocledemoy , ut vales , Domine ! 150 Coc . Ago tibi gratias , my worshipful friend , how does your friend ? Free . Out , you rascal ! Coc . Hang toasts , you are an ass ; much o ' your worship's brain lies in your calves ; bread ...
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... master belong ? What's thy name ? Hol . Holifernes Reinscure . Coc . Reinscure ! Good Master Holifernes , I desire your further acquaintance ; nay , pray ye be covered , my fine boy : kill thy itch , and heal thy scabs . Is thy master ...
... master belong ? What's thy name ? Hol . Holifernes Reinscure . Coc . Reinscure ! Good Master Holifernes , I desire your further acquaintance ; nay , pray ye be covered , my fine boy : kill thy itch , and heal thy scabs . Is thy master ...
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Albano Asdrubal Bidet blood breast breath Carthage Celia Cirta Cocledemoy Cornets creature cuckold dear DONDOLO dost doth Duke DULCIMEL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faunus Fawn fear fool FRANCESCHINA Free Freevill gallants Gelosso give gods grace Granuffo Hark hate hath heart Heaven Herc Herod honest honour hope husband i'faith Is't Jaco Jacomo Jove Jugurth kiss knave lady Lampatho Laverdure live lord Malheureux marriage marry Mass Massinissa Master Mistress Mul Mulligrub night NYMPHADORO Old eds passion pity prince prithee protest Quadratus sall SCENE Scipio shame ship of fools signior Simplicius Sir Amor Sir Lio Sophonisba soul speak sweet Syphax thee there's thou art Tiberio troth twill Tyse Urbin virtue whilst wife wise woman Zanthia
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Страница 110 - For mine own interest for once, let this be printed, — that of men of my own addiction I love most, pity some, hate none ; for let me truly say it, I once only loved myself, for loving them, and surely I shall ever rest so constant to my first affection, that let their ungentle combinings, discourteous whisperings, never so treacherously labour to undermine my unfenced reputation, I shall (as long as I have being) love the least of their graces, and only pity the greatest of their vices.
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