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Стр. 7 - SERVANT. This letter is directed to my son ; Yet I am Edward Knowell too, and may, With the safe conscience of good manners, use The fellow's error to my satisfaction. Well, I will break it ope (old men are curious), Be it but for the style's sake and the phrase ; To see if both do answer my son's praises, Who is almost grown the idolater Of this young Wellbred. What have we here ? What's this?
Стр. 20 - Ha! scavenger! well, go to, I say little: but, by this good day (God forgive me I should swear), if I put it up so, say I am the rankest cow that ever pist. "Sdeins, an I swallow this, I'll ne'er draw my sword in the sight of Fleet-street again while I live; I'll sit in a barn with madge-howlet, and catch mice first. Scavenger! heart ! — and I'll go near to fill that huge tumbrel-slop of yours with somewhat, an I have good luck: your Garagantua breech cannot carry it away so.
Стр. 51 - I have walked alone in divers skirts i' the town, as Turnbull, Whitechapel, Shoreditch, which were then my quarters; and since, upon the Exchange, at my lodging, and at my ordinary: where I have driven them afore me the whole length of a street, in the open view of all our gallants, pitying to hurt them, believe me. Yet all this lenity...
Стр. 11 - Wed her.! No ! were she all desire could wish, as fair As would the vainest of her sex be thought, With wealth beyond what woman's pride could waste, She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry ! When I am old and weary of the world, I may grow desperate, And take a wife to mortify withal.
Стр. 3 - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Стр. 67 - Thou wouldst do anything to give me ease, Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild, And let in fears of ugly form upon me.
Стр. 52 - Why thus, sir. I would select nineteen more to myself throughout the land; gentlemen they should be of good spirit, strong, and able constitution, I would choose them by an instinct...
Стр. 36 - A dismal gloom obscures the face of day ; either the sun has slipped behind a cloud, or journeys down the west of heaven, with more than common speed, to avoid the sight of what I'm doomed to act.
Стр. 9 - Nay, sir, I saw him not read it, nor open it, I assure your worship. E.