Dramatic Works of John Ford ...J. Murray, 1827 - Dramatists, English |
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... wise industry : no want Of art doth render wit , or lame , or scant , Or slothful , in the purchase of fresh bays ; But want of truth in them , who give the praise To their self - love , presuming to out - do The writer , or ( for need ) ...
... wise industry : no want Of art doth render wit , or lame , or scant , Or slothful , in the purchase of fresh bays ; But want of truth in them , who give the praise To their self - love , presuming to out - do The writer , or ( for need ) ...
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... wise ; The sun itself must set as well as rise ; " Then , why not I ? Fair madam , I wait on you . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . London . - An Apartment in the Tower . Enter the BISHOP OF DURHAM , SIR ROBERT CLIF- FORD , and URSWICK . — Lights ...
... wise ; The sun itself must set as well as rise ; " Then , why not I ? Fair madam , I wait on you . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . London . - An Apartment in the Tower . Enter the BISHOP OF DURHAM , SIR ROBERT CLIF- FORD , and URSWICK . — Lights ...
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... wise as he is gentle . Clif . I am miserable , If Henry be not merciful . Urs . The king comes . Enter King HENRY . K. Hen . Clifford ! Clif . ( Kneels . ) Let my weak knees rot on the earth , If I appear as lep'rous in my treacheries ...
... wise as he is gentle . Clif . I am miserable , If Henry be not merciful . Urs . The king comes . Enter King HENRY . K. Hen . Clifford ! Clif . ( Kneels . ) Let my weak knees rot on the earth , If I appear as lep'rous in my treacheries ...
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... wise and just king , by the powers Above reserv'd , beyond all other aids , To plant me in mine own inheritance : To marry these two kingdoms in a love Never to be divorced , while time is time . As for the manner , first of my escape ...
... wise and just king , by the powers Above reserv'd , beyond all other aids , To plant me in mine own inheritance : To marry these two kingdoms in a love Never to be divorced , while time is time . As for the manner , first of my escape ...
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... Wise Huntley fears the threat'ning . Bless the lady From such a ruin ! Craw . How the counsel privy Of this young Phaeton do screw their faces Into a gravity , their trades , good people , Were never guilty of ! the meanest of them ...
... Wise Huntley fears the threat'ning . Bless the lady From such a ruin ! Craw . How the counsel privy Of this young Phaeton do screw their faces Into a gravity , their trades , good people , Were never guilty of ! the meanest of them ...
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Page 468 - Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs than myself; Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into...
Page 468 - ... than myself, Must I for that be made a common sink, For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one ; urging, That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle, doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse. This they enforce upon me ; and in part Make me to credit it ; and here comes one Of my chief adversaries.
Page 126 - We'll lead them on courageously ; I read A triumph over tyranny upon Their several foreheads. Faint not in the moment Of victory ! our ends, and Warwick's head, Innocent Warwick's head, (for we are prol'ogue But to his tragedy) conclude the wonder Of Henry's fears ;7 and then the glorious race Of fourteen kings, Plantagenets, determines In this last issue male...
Page 93 - Duresme, a wise man, and one that could see through the present to the future, doubting as much before, had caused his castle of Norham to be strongly fortified, and furnished with all kind of munition : and had manned it likewise with a very great number of tall soldiers, more than for the proportion of the castle, reckoning rather upon a sharp assault, than a long siege. And...
Page 472 - And hated like a sickness : made a scorn To all degrees and sexes. I have heard old beldams Talk of Familiars in the shape of mice, Rats, ferrets, weasels, and I wot not what, That have appear'd ; and suck'd, some say, their blood.
Page 521 - These, by enchantments, can whole lordships change To trunks of rich attire; turn ploughs and teams To Flanders mares and coaches; and huge trains Of servitors, to a French butterfly. Have you not city-witches, who can turn Their husbands...
Page 91 - More loth to part with such a great example Of virtue than all other mere respects. But, sir, my last suit is, you will not force From me what you have given, — this chaste lady, Resolved on all extremes.
Page 475 - After such covenants seal'd, see full revenge On all that wrong me ? Dog. Ha, ha ! silly woman ! The devil is no liar to such as he loves — Didst ever know or hear the devil a liar To such as he affects '. Saw. Then I am thine ; at least so much of me As I can call mine own — Dog.
Page 417 - CAST away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow: Money is trash; and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, Fortune will send it.
Page 380 - Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.