Dramatic Works of John Ford ...J. Murray, 1827 - Dramatists, English |
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... father ; Ed- ward's fate , Her brother , king ; the smothering of her nephews By tyrant Gloster , brother to her nature , Nor Gloster's own confusion , ( all decrees Sacred in heaven ) can move this woman - monster , But that she still ...
... father ; Ed- ward's fate , Her brother , king ; the smothering of her nephews By tyrant Gloster , brother to her nature , Nor Gloster's own confusion , ( all decrees Sacred in heaven ) can move this woman - monster , But that she still ...
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... father's power ; use thou thine : Self do , self have no more words ; win and wear her . Dal . You bless me ; I am now too poor in thanks To pay the debt I owe you . Hunt . Nay , thou'rt poor enough.— I love his spirit infinitely ...
... father's power ; use thou thine : Self do , self have no more words ; win and wear her . Dal . You bless me ; I am now too poor in thanks To pay the debt I owe you . Hunt . Nay , thou'rt poor enough.— I love his spirit infinitely ...
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... father and a suitor , Both striving for an interest in thy heart : He courts thee for affection , I for duty ; He as a servant pleads ; but by the privilege Of nature , though I might command , my care Shall only counsel what it shall ...
... father and a suitor , Both striving for an interest in thy heart : He courts thee for affection , I for duty ; He as a servant pleads ; but by the privilege Of nature , though I might command , my care Shall only counsel what it shall ...
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... father , the indul- gence Of your sweet composition , thus commands The lowest of obedience ; you have granted A liberty so large , that I want skill To choose without direction of example : From which I daily learn , by how much more 4 ...
... father , the indul- gence Of your sweet composition , thus commands The lowest of obedience ; you have granted A liberty so large , that I want skill To choose without direction of example : From which I daily learn , by how much more 4 ...
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John Ford William Gifford. You take off from the roughness of a father , By so much more I am engaged to tender The duty of a daughter . For respects Of birth , degrees of title , and advancement , I nor admire nor slight them ; all my ...
John Ford William Gifford. You take off from the roughness of a father , By so much more I am engaged to tender The duty of a daughter . For respects Of birth , degrees of title , and advancement , I nor admire nor slight them ; all my ...
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Page 466 - 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 466 - ... 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 prologue 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 521 - Saw. I am dried up With cursing and with madness ; and have yet No blood to moisten these sweet lips of thine. Stand on thy hind-legs up. Kiss me, my Tommy ; And rub away some wrinkles on my brow. By making my old ribs to shrug for joy Of thy fine tricks.
Page 518 - A witch ! who is not ? Hold not that universal name in scorn, then. What are your painted things in princes' courts, Upon whose eyelids lust sits, blowing fires To burn men's souls in sensual hot desires, Upon whose naked paps a lecher's thought Acts sin in fouler shapes than can be wrought ? Just.
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 485 - Adonis scarfed in modesties ; And still as wanton Cupid blows love-fires, Adonis quenches out unchaste desires ; And from these two I briefly do imply A perfect emblem of thy modesty. Then, prithee, dear, maintain no more dispute, For when thou speak'st, it's fit all tongues be mute.
Page 415 - 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 378 - 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.