Endymion; or, The man in the moon, by John Lyly. History of Antonio and Mellida; What you will; and Parasitaster, by John MarstonWhittingham and Rowland, 1814 - English drama |
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Albano Andrugio Antonio Antonio and Mellida Bagoa Balurdo Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Bidet blood breath Celia Cornets Corsites court Cynt Cynthia Dares dear Dildo Dipsas Dondolo dost doth Duke Eastward Hoe Endymion Enter Eumenides Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faunus favour Fawn fear Feliche Floscula fool fortune gallants give grace Granuffo hast hate hath heart heaven Herc Herod honour hope humour i'faith is't John Marston kiss lady Lampatho lord madam marry master Mellida mistress never night PARASITASTER Pier PIERO pity play poet prince prithee Quad Quadratus Rossaline SCENE Semele Signior Simplicius Sir Amorous Sir Tophas sleep soul speak speech sweet Tellus thee there's thing thou art thoughts Tiberio troth virtue wench wife wise Zoya
Popular passages
Page 273 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Page 223 - bout the soul of man ; The more I learnt, the more I learnt to doubt. Delight my spaniel slept, whilst I baus'd leaves, Toss'd o'er the dunces, pored on the old print Of titled words : and still my spaniel slept. Whilst I wasted lamp-oil, baited my flesh, Shrunk up my veins : and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with...
Page 136 - The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own ; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes Reply to...
Page 133 - O Lucio, choke that breath. Now I defy chance. Fortune's brow hath frown'd, Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit. Alas ! what country rests, What son, what comfort, that she can deprive ? Triumphs not Venice in my overthrow ? Gapes not my native country for my blood ? Lies not my son...
Page 224 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I...
Page 188 - Scoff's artillery. • Shall he be crest-fall'n, if some looser brain, In flux of wit uncivilly befilth His slight composures? Shall his bosom faint, If drunken Censure belch out sour breath From Hatred's surfeit on his labour's front?
Page 30 - I marvel, Corsites, that you being a captain, who should sound nothing but terror, and suck nothing but blood, can find in your heart to talk such smooth words, for that it agreeth not with your calling to use words so soft, as that of love.
Page 133 - Speak like yourself: but give me leave, my Lord, To wish your safety. If you are but seen, Your arms display you ; therefore put them off, And take Andr.
Page 17 - That is, Scintilla, as you list to take it. Sam. That, that. Scint. This it is to be matched with girls, who coming but yesterday from making of babies, would before to-morrow be accounted matrons.
Page 121 - Whoop : fut f, how he tickles yon trout under the gills ! you shall see him take him by and by with groping flattery.