The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher: The Queen of Corinth. Bonduca. The knight of the burning pestle. Lovers pilgrimage. The double marriageUniversity Press, 1908 |
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Agenor Alph anger Asca Bonduca brave Brother Captain Caratach Cast Conon Countrey dare Daugh Daughter dear Decius Drusus Enter Euph Euphanes Exeunt Exit fair fair Lady farewell Father fear fool fortune Gentlemen George give hang hath hear heart heaven Heng Hengo honor Host Jasp Jasper John Lowin Junius kill King Knight Lady Leocadia Leonidas live look Lord Luce Mart Mast Master Master Humphrey Merione merry Merry-thought Mistriss ne'r Nennius never noble Old Mer Pand Penyus Petill Petillius Phil pray prethee Prince Queen Queen of Corinth Rafe Ralph Romans Ronvere Sanch Scana Sess shew Signior Soldiers Sosicles soul speak Squire sweet Swet sword tell thank thee Theo Theodosia there's thing thou art twill Uncle unto Virolet wench Wife woman
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Seite 187 - I a wandering knight, Hight of the Burning Pestle, in the quest Of this fair lady's casket and wrought purse, Losing myself in this vast wilderness, Am to this castle well by fortune brought; Where, hearing of the goodly entertain Your knight of holy order of the Bell Gives to all damsels and all errant knights, I thought to knock, and now am bold to enter.
Seite 209 - Will it so, sir? You are well read in histories! I pray you, what was Sir Dagonet? Was not he prentice to a grocer in London? Read the play of The Four Prentices of London, where they toss their pikes so.
Seite 199 - Wife. Faith, and that Dutchman was a goodly man, if all / things were answerable to his bigness. And yet they / say there was a Scotchman higher than he, and that they two and a knight met, and saw one another for nothing. But of all the sights that ever were in London, since I was married, methinks the little child that was so fair grown about the members was the prettiest; that and the hermaphrodite.
Seite 223 - Gentlemen, countrymen, friends, and my fellowsoldiers, I have brought you this day, from the shops of security and the counters of content, to measure out in these furious fields honour by the ell, and prowess by the pound.
Seite 217 - I would not be a serving-man To carry the cloak-bag still, Nor would I be a falconer The greedy hawks to fill ; But I would be in a good house, And have a good master too ; But I would eat and drink of the best, And no work would I do.
Seite 82 - The gods we worship, and, next those, our honours, And with those swords that know no end of battle : Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour; Those minds that where the day is, claim inheritance, And where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their harvest, And where they march, but measure out more ground To add to Rome, and here i...
Seite 119 - Their gilt coats shine like dragons' scales, their march Like a rough tumbling storm ; see them, and view 'em, And then see Rome no more. Say they fail, look, Look where the armed carts stand, a. new army ! Look how they hang like falling rocks, as murdering ! Death rides in triumph, Drusus, fell Destruction Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him His many thousand ways to let out souls.
Seite 171 - Hold thy tongue! On, Ralph. Ralph. And certainly those knights are much to be commended who, neglecting their possessions, wander with a squire and a dwarf through the deserts to relieve poor ladies. Wife. Ay, by my faith are they, Ralph ; let 'em say what they will, they are indeed. Our knights neglect their possessions well enough, but they do not the rest.
Seite 176 - Farewell, good wife; I expect it not: all I have to do in this world, is to be merry; which I shall, if the ground be not taken from me ; and if it be, [Sings. When earth and seas from me are reft, The skies aloft for me are left.
Seite 202 - Pockhole is my name, And by my birth I am a Londoner, Free by my copy, but my ancestors Were Frenchmen all ; and riding hard this way Upon a trotting horse, my bones did ache ; And I, faint knight, to ease my weary limbs...