Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Том 1A. Millar, 1798 |
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... Gayl . I tell thee , Sharp , last night Melissa consented , and fixed to - morrow for the happy day . Sharp . " Tis well she did , Sir , or it might have been a dreadful one for us ... Gayl Gayl . I know her generous temper , and am THE ...
... Gayl . I tell thee , Sharp , last night Melissa consented , and fixed to - morrow for the happy day . Sharp . " Tis well she did , Sir , or it might have been a dreadful one for us ... Gayl Gayl . I know her generous temper , and am THE ...
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... Gayl . What can I do ? Sharp . Nothing , while honour sticks in your throat : de gulp , master , and down with it . Gayl . Prithee leave me to my thoughts . I'll Sharp . Leave you ! no , not in such bad company , assure you why you must ...
... Gayl . What can I do ? Sharp . Nothing , while honour sticks in your throat : de gulp , master , and down with it . Gayl . Prithee leave me to my thoughts . I'll Sharp . Leave you ! no , not in such bad company , assure you why you must ...
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... Gayl . Hold , Sharp , you won't leave me . Sharp . I must eat , Sir ; by my honour and appetite I must ! Gayl . Well then , I am resolv'd to favour the cheat ; and as I shall quite change my former course of life , happy may be the ...
... Gayl . Hold , Sharp , you won't leave me . Sharp . I must eat , Sir ; by my honour and appetite I must ! Gayl . Well then , I am resolv'd to favour the cheat ; and as I shall quite change my former course of life , happy may be the ...
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... Gayl . Oh the devil ! what a question was there ! [ Aside . Sharp . Lie , lie ; why it lies - faith , I can't name any particular place , it lies in so many : his effects are divided , some here , some there ; his steward hardly knows ...
... Gayl . Oh the devil ! what a question was there ! [ Aside . Sharp . Lie , lie ; why it lies - faith , I can't name any particular place , it lies in so many : his effects are divided , some here , some there ; his steward hardly knows ...
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... Gayl . Oh , Sharp ! Sharp . Oh , master ! Gayl . We are certainly undone ! Sharp . That's no news to me : Gayl . Eight or ten couple of dancers- -ten or a dozen little nice dishes , with some fruit - my lord Stately's ser- vant's , ham ...
... Gayl . Oh , Sharp ! Sharp . Oh , master ! Gayl . We are certainly undone ! Sharp . That's no news to me : Gayl . Eight or ten couple of dancers- -ten or a dozen little nice dishes , with some fruit - my lord Stately's ser- vant's , ham ...
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Стр. 106 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Стр. 221 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Стр. 295 - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Стр. 145 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Стр. 106 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Стр. 118 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Стр. 97 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
Стр. 104 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Стр. 105 - How cam'st thou hither, tell me ? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb ; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Стр. 136 - Alack, alack ! is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes...