The Works of John Marston: The Dutch courtezan. The fawn. The wonder of women, or, The tragedy of Sophonisba. What you willJ.C. Nimmo, 1887 |
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... kiss him welcome . Fran . A ' mine art , sir , you bin very velcome . 190 Free . Kiss her , man , with a more familiar affec- tion , so . Come , what entertainment ? go to your lute . [ Exit FRANCESCHINA . And how dost approve my ...
... kiss him welcome . Fran . A ' mine art , sir , you bin very velcome . 190 Free . Kiss her , man , with a more familiar affec- tion , so . Come , what entertainment ? go to your lute . [ Exit FRANCESCHINA . And how dost approve my ...
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... kiss her . Free . O friend , he that could live with the smoke of roast - meat might live at a cheap rate ! Mal . I shall ne'er prove heartily received ; A kind of flat ungracious modesty , An insufficient dulness stains my ' haviour ...
... kiss her . Free . O friend , he that could live with the smoke of roast - meat might live at a cheap rate ! Mal . I shall ne'er prove heartily received ; A kind of flat ungracious modesty , An insufficient dulness stains my ' haviour ...
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... kiss . Enter COCLEDemoy . 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 ...
... kiss . Enter COCLEDemoy . 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 ...
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... mistress sings no other song But still complains I did her wrong . Believe her not , it is not so , I did but kiss her and let her go , " & c . but still complain me do her wrong . Lighten your TE 33 SCENE II . ] The Dutch Courtezan .
... mistress sings no other song But still complains I did her wrong . Believe her not , it is not so , I did but kiss her and let her go , " & c . but still complain me do her wrong . Lighten your TE 33 SCENE II . ] The Dutch Courtezan .
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... kiss her , —- for me did but kiss her- and so let go . Your friend is very heavy ; ick sall ne'er like such sad company . Free . No , thou delightest only in light company . Fra . By mine trot , he been very sad ; vat ail you , Mal . A ...
... kiss her , —- for me did but kiss her- and so let go . Your friend is very heavy ; ick sall ne'er like such sad company . Free . No , thou delightest only in light company . Fra . By mine trot , he been very sad ; vat ail you , Mal . A ...
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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 fortune 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 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 373 - That all the woods them answer, and their echo ring! Now ceasse, ye damsels, your delights forepast; Enough is it that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, and night is nighing fast: Now bring the bryde into the brydall boures.
Страница 134 - And most are grown to ill, even with defence I vow to waste this most prodigious heat, That falls into my age like scorching flames In depth of numb'd December, in flattering all In all of their extremest viciousness, Till in their own lov'd race they fall most lame, And meet full butt the close of Vice's shame.
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