The Dramatic Works of Thomas Dekker: Now First Collected with Illustrative Notes and a Memoir of the Author, כרך 4

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J. Pearson, 1873
 

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עמוד 27 - Filled with bright heavenly courtiers, I dare assure you, And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in Heaven ; and, pretty mistress, If your illustrious hour-glass spend his sand No worse than yet it does, upon my life, You and I both shall meet my father there, And he shall bid you welcome.
עמוד 26 - Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down To dwell with us : thy name is Angela, And like that name thou art. Get thee to rest ; Thy youth with too much watching is opprest.
עמוד 434 - It was the object of the couple condemned to this division to catch the others, who advanced from the two extremities ; in which case a change of situation took place, and hell was filled by the couple who were excluded by pre-occupation from the other places ; in this
עמוד 27 - I'll set that day Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body, when I, coming Forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand...
עמוד 366 - Banks. I do, witch, I do ; and worse I would, knew I a name more hateful. What makest thou upon my ground? Saw. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me. Banks. Down with them when I bid thee, quickly ; I'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else.
עמוד 387 - Oh gods ! — oh, mine eyes ! Sus. How now ? what ail'st thou, lad ? Win. Something hit mine eye, (it makes it water still,) Even as you said
עמוד 411 - Kath. I have run madding up and down to find you, Being laden with the heaviest news that ever Poor daughter carried. Car. Why? is the boy dead? Kath. Dead, sir!
עמוד 358 - How now, girls! every day play-day with you? Valentine's day, too, all by couples ? Thus will young folks do when we are laid in our graves, master Thorney; here's all the care they take. And how do you find the wenches, gentlemen ? have they any...
עמוד 320 - Tis holiday! The sun does bravely shine On our ears of corn. Rich as a pearl Comes every girl — This is mine, this is mine, this is mine! Let us die ere away they be borne. Bow to the sun, to our Queen, and that fair one Come to behold our sports: Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, As those in princes
עמוד 365 - Why should the envious world Throw all their scandalous malice upon me? 'Cause I am poor, deform'd and ignorant, And like a bow buckl'd and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs than myself?

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