The Plays of Philip Massinger: With Notes, Critical and ExplanatoryJ.W. Bond, 1856 - 529 páginas |
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Página xxxiii - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Página 353 - Or shall we teach it you, By the head and shoulders? WELL. No ; I will not stir ; Do you mark, I will not : let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why, you slaves, Created only to make legs...
Página 375 - You are a rascal ! he that dares be false To a master, though unjust, will ne'er be true To any other. Look not for reward Or favour from me ; I will shun thy sight As I would do a basilisk's : thank my pity, If thou keep thy ears ; howe'er, I will take order Your practice shall be silenced.
Página 363 - Lov. I can advance you. MARG. To a hill of sorrow, Where every hour I may expect to fall, But never hope firm footing. You are noble, I of a low descent, however rich ; And tissues match'd with scarlet
Página 10 - No, my dear lady. I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company.
Página 367 - Then rest secure; not the hate of all mankind here, Nor fear of what can fall on me hereafter, Shall make me study aught but your advancement One story higher: an earl! if gold can do it. Dispute not my religion, nor my faith; Though I am borne thus headlong by my will, You may make choice of what belief you please, To me they are equal; so, my lord, good morrow.
Página 351 - Set all things right, or, as my name is Order, And by this staff of office that commands you, This chain and double ruff, symbols of power, Whoever misses in his function, For one whole week makes forfeiture of his breakfast, And privilege in the wine-cellar.
Página 351 - Money from thee! From a boy ! A stipendiary ! One that lives At the devotion of a stepmother And the uncertain favour of a lord ! I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind Fortune Hath spent the utmost of her malice on me — Though I am vomited out of an alehouse, And thus accoutred — know not where to eat, Or drink, or sleep, but underneath this canopy" — Although I thank thee, I despise thy offer; And as I in my madness broke my state Without th' assistance of another's brain, In my right wits...
Página 355 - And therefore, I'll not have a chambermaid ; That ties her shoes, or any meaner office, But such whose fathers were right worshipful. 'Tis a rich man's pride ! there having ever been More than a feud, a strange antipathy, Between us and true gentry.
Página 363 - Tis to my wish : as soon as come, ask for her! Why, Meg ! Meg Overreach . — Re-enter MARGARET. How ! tears in your eyes ! Hah ! dry them quickly, or I'll dig them out. Is this a time to whimper ? meet that greatness That flies into thy bosom, think what 'tis For me to say, My honourable daughter ; And thou, when I stand bare, to say, Put on ;* VOL, III. * OO • Put on;] ie be covered. Or, Father, you forget yourself.