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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... thee repent . Wilt go to the family of love ? 1 I will show thee my creature ; a pretty nimble - ey'd Dutch tanakin ; 2 an honest soft - hearted impropriation ; a soft , plump , round - cheek'd froe , 3 that has beauty enough for her ...
... thee repent . Wilt go to the family of love ? 1 I will show thee my creature ; a pretty nimble - ey'd Dutch tanakin ; 2 an honest soft - hearted impropriation ; a soft , plump , round - cheek'd froe , 3 that has beauty enough for her ...
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... thee , my worshipful organ- bellows that fills the pipes , my fine rattling fleamy cough o ' the lungs , and cold with a pox ? I rail at thee ? what , my right precious pandress , supportress of barber- surgeons , and enhanceress 1 of ...
... thee , my worshipful organ- bellows that fills the pipes , my fine rattling fleamy cough o ' the lungs , and cold with a pox ? I rail at thee ? what , my right precious pandress , supportress of barber- surgeons , and enhanceress 1 of ...
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... thee , make it much more pity to deceive me ! Wear this slight favour in my remembrance . [ Throweth down a ring to him . Free . Which , when I part from , Hope , the best of life , ever part from me . Bea . I take you and your word ...
... thee , make it much more pity to deceive me ! Wear this slight favour in my remembrance . [ Throweth down a ring to him . Free . Which , when I part from , Hope , the best of life , ever part from me . Bea . I take you and your word ...
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... thee and me well enough . 100 Mal . Shall I not offend the vowe [ d ] band of our friendship ? Free . What , to affect that which thy friend affected ? By Heaven , I resign her freely ; the creature and I must grow off ; by this time ...
... thee and me well enough . 100 Mal . Shall I not offend the vowe [ d ] band of our friendship ? Free . What , to affect that which thy friend affected ? By Heaven , I resign her freely ; the creature and I must grow off ; by this time ...
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John Marston Arthur Henry Bullen. action now could I swallow thee , thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold : I'll tell thee , -hell and the prodi- gies of angry Jove are not so fearful to a thinking mind . as a man without affection ...
John Marston Arthur Henry Bullen. action now could I swallow thee , thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold : I'll tell thee , -hell and the prodi- gies of angry Jove are not so fearful to a thinking mind . as a man without affection ...
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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 100 - a should not think of God ; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Страница 144 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Страница 322 - Scoff's artillery. • Shall he be crest-fall'n, if some looser brain, In flux of wit uncivilly befilth His slight composures? Shall his bosom faint, If drunken Censure belch out sour breath From Hatred's surfeit on his labour's front? Nay, say some half a dozen rancorous breasts Should plant themselves on purpose to discharge Imposthum'd malice on his latest scene, Shall his resolve be struck through with the blirt Of a goose-breath?
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.
Страница 197 - I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the World without this trivial and vulgar way of union...
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.
Страница 46 - tis grown one of the most unsavoury ceremonies : body o' beauty ! 'tis one of the most unpleasing injurious customs to ladies : any fellow that has but one nose on his face, and standing collar and skirts also...
Страница 310 - Dear lord, thy patience ; let it maze all power, And list to her in whose sole heart it rests To keep thy faith upright. Mass. Wilt thou be slaved ? So.
Страница 363 - I was a scholar : seven useful springs Did I deflower in quotations Of cross'd opinions 'bout the soul of man ; The more I learnt, the more I learnt to doubt. Delight...