The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 3J. Stockdale, 1811 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 100
Стр. 5
... honour'd more By losing them , as I did , in the face Of a brave enemy , than if they were [ only , As when I put to sea . You are Frenchmen In that you have been laid , and cur'd . Go to ! You mock my leg , but every bone about you ...
... honour'd more By losing them , as I did , in the face Of a brave enemy , than if they were [ only , As when I put to sea . You are Frenchmen In that you have been laid , and cur'd . Go to ! You mock my leg , but every bone about you ...
Стр. 6
... honour can be lost ; They will play up to a man , and set him off . Whene'er I go to th ' field , Heav'n keep me from The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or coward ! The first , to get a name , comes on too hot ; The coward is so swift in ...
... honour can be lost ; They will play up to a man , and set him off . Whene'er I go to th ' field , Heav'n keep me from The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or coward ! The first , to get a name , comes on too hot ; The coward is so swift in ...
Стр. 8
... honour I cannot obey , Which lies at pawn against it , and a friend Equally dear as that , or life , engag'd , Not for himself , but me . Lam . Why , foolish man , Dare you solicit me to serve your lust , In which not only I abuse my ...
... honour I cannot obey , Which lies at pawn against it , and a friend Equally dear as that , or life , engag'd , Not for himself , but me . Lam . Why , foolish man , Dare you solicit me to serve your lust , In which not only I abuse my ...
Стр. 10
... honour shall I do you , for this great courtesy ? La - Writ . All I desire of you , is to take The quarrel to yourself , and let me hear no more on't ; ( I have no liking to't ; it is a foolish matter ) And help me to put up my sword ...
... honour shall I do you , for this great courtesy ? La - Writ . All I desire of you , is to take The quarrel to yourself , and let me hear no more on't ; ( I have no liking to't ; it is a foolish matter ) And help me to put up my sword ...
Стр. 11
... honour ? La - Writ . Not ; to abuse her honour is impossible . [ thy name ? Din . Certain , this is the rascal . What's La - Writ . My name is Cock o ' two ; use me I will be cock of three else . [ respectively 13 , Din . What's all ...
... honour ? La - Writ . Not ; to abuse her honour is impossible . [ thy name ? Din . Certain , this is the rascal . What's La - Writ . My name is Cock o ' two ; use me I will be cock of three else . [ respectively 13 , Din . What's all ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher Francis Beaumont,John Fletcher Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Alin Alph Aretus bless blood brave brother Cæsar captain Cler Clora danger dare Daugh Delph devil Dinant Diocles Dioclesian dost Drusius Duke Ecius Enter Euph Exeunt Exit fair faith Farewell father fear fool for't fortune Fred Gent gentleman Geta give hath hear heart Heav'n Hengo honest honour hope Hylas Ismenia John Julio kiss La-Writ lady leave Lelia live look lord Lucina Lycias madam maid Mart master merry mistress Mountf musick ne'er Nennius never Niger night noble on't Pedro Phil Phorba Pinac Piso pity poor Pray Prithee Ralph Rollo SCENE scurvy servant Seward shew sirrah soldier Sorano soul speak sure sweet sword Sympson tell thank thee Theod there's thing thou art thou hast thro Twas twill unto vex'd wench Wife woman word
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 476 - For now the fragrant flowers do spring And sprout in seemly sort, The little birds do sit and sing, The lambs do make fine sport; And now the birchen-tree doth bud, That makes the schoolboy cry; The morris rings...
Стр. 401 - For while with their knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand upon the same dish, so that whatsoever he be that sitting in the company of any others at...
Стр. 463 - When it was grown to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Стр. 475 - These are but sparing rites ; but if thy soul Be yet about this place, and can behold And see what I prepare to deck thee with, It shall go up, borne on the wings of peace, And satisfied. First will I sing thy dirge, Then kiss thy pale lips, and then die myself, And fill one coffin and one grave together.
Стр. 455 - George. Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, here is a distressed damsel to have a halfpennyworth of pepper. [Wife. That's a good boy! see, the little boy can hit it; by my troth, it's a fine child.] Ralph.
Стр. 348 - They break, and Love would Reason meet, But Hate was nimbler on her feet ; Fancy looks for Pride, and thither Hies, and they two hug together : Yet this new coupling still doth tell, That Love and Folly were in hell.
Стр. 469 - Till at the length at this unhappy town We did arrive, and coming to this cave, This beast us caught, and put us in a tub, Where we this two months sweat, and should have done Another month, if you had not relieved us.2 Woman.
Стр. 476 - May-day in the morning, and speak upon a conduit, with all his scarfs about him, and his feathers, and his rings, and his knacks. Boy. Why, sir, you do not think of our plot ; what will become of that, then?
Стр. 476 - London, to thee I do present the merry month of May; Let each true subject be content to hear me what I say: For from the top of conduit-head, as plainly may appear, I will both tell my name to you, and wherefore I came here. My name is Ralph, by due descent though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the flock of gracious grocery;" And by the common counsel of my fellows in the Strand, With gilded staff and crossed scarf, the Maylord here I stand.
Стр. 72 - God Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honoured, ever sung, Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's ' brim, In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine, Let a river run with wine. God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear...