This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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A00960 | Why should I seeke to< corr> cuckold< seg> my delights? |
A06458 | whither? |
A00966 | Iacks< corr> Wildebrains< seg> What time oth''Moone man, ha? |
A06389 | Wil you eat sir? |
A06389 | or haue you seene the< corr> Sellor< seg>? |
A27196 | ''T is a pretty sad talking Boy, is it not? |
A27196 | ''T is false, by Heaven''t is false: It can not be, Can it? |
A27196 | A pretty talking Fellow, hot at hand: but eye yon Stranger, is he not a fine compleat Gentleman? |
A27196 | And all this Passion for a Boy? |
A27196 | And has he done''t? |
A27196 | And how do you hold her Wit, Sir? |
A27196 | And indeed, where should they boldlier intrude, than where they are the profoundest Homagers? |
A27196 | And me? |
A27196 | And must I sink at length Under a Woman''s falshood? |
A27196 | And not a little fearful? |
A27196 | And she does clap thy cheeks? |
A27196 | And she does kiss thee, Boy? |
A27196 | Are not her Breasts, Two Sunny Banks of Paradise, Pillows For Revelling Love to melt a Soul in Extasies: Is she not all a lasting Mine of Joy? |
A27196 | Are you hard- hearted too? |
A27196 | Are you not ill, my Lord? |
A27196 | Asked you his Name? |
A27196 | Be merciful, ye Gods, and strike me dead: What way have I deserv''d this? |
A27196 | But are you sure it was the Princess sent? |
A27196 | But didst thou tell me so? |
A27196 | But do you weigh the danger you are in? |
A27196 | But we lose time, dear Madam: Can you love? |
A27196 | But will there be no Slanders; No Jealousies in th''other World; no ill there? |
A27196 | By what strange means? |
A27196 | By your pardon, why do you ask? |
A27196 | Can Boys contemn that? |
A27196 | Can you guess the Cause? |
A27196 | Canst thou know Grief, and never yet knew''st Love? |
A27196 | Come Ladies, shall we talk a round, As men Do walk a mile? |
A27196 | Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my Ear, will you be mine? |
A27196 | Come, Sir, tell me truly, does your Lord love me? |
A27196 | Come, shall we to Bed? |
A27196 | Comes he not? |
A27196 | Could he do this? |
A27196 | Did you deliver those plain Words I sent With such a winning Gesture, and quick Look, That you have caught him? |
A27196 | Did you e''re hear the like? |
A27196 | Dion Saw you a Lady come this way, on a Sable Horse studded with Stars of white? |
A27196 | Do we love Heav''n, and Honour? |
A27196 | Do what, Sir? |
A27196 | Do you know what you do? |
A27196 | Do you mean To intrap Mortality, that you allow Treason so smooth a Brow? |
A27196 | Do you slight My Greatness so? |
A27196 | Does he intend to give him a general Purge for all the Pains 〈 ◊ 〉 suffers, or means to let him Blood? |
A27196 | Fear''st thou not death? |
A27196 | Feeble Flatterer, Why these poor Arts? |
A27196 | For ever from your sight; For ever? |
A27196 | For know, thou bold Demander, thou requirest me To make thee the Relation of a Deed Which art thou sure thou''rt Man enough to hear me? |
A27196 | Friends, no more; Our Ears may be corrupted: Do you love me? |
A27196 | Fy, my Lord, How can you load her Name with so much Infamy, When his own free Confession has proclaim''d her All Innocence, all Saint? |
A27196 | Gave you him Gold to buy him Cloaths? |
A27196 | Gentlemen, You have no suit to me? |
A27196 | Give me a worthy Patience: Have I stood Naked, alone, the Shock of many Fortunes? |
A27196 | Gold? |
A27196 | Had you none to pull on with your Courtesies, But he that must be mine, and wrong my Daughter? |
A27196 | Hadst thou a curst Master when thou went''st to School? |
A27196 | Has your Grace seen the Court- Star, Galatea? |
A27196 | Hast thou a Medicine to restore my Wits, When I have lost''em? |
A27196 | Hast thou discovered? |
A27196 | Have I seen Mischiefs numberless, and mighty, Grow like a Sea upon me? |
A27196 | Have I taken Danger as stern as Death into my Bosom, And laught upon it, made it but a Mirth, And flung it by? |
A27196 | Have you known him so ill temper''d? |
A27196 | Have you not seen it, nor the like? |
A27196 | He must be more than man, that makes those Crystals Run into Rivers: sweetest fair, the cause? |
A27196 | Hide me from Pharamond? |
A27196 | How do you like this piece? |
A27196 | How do you, worthy Sir? |
A27196 | How fair, Madam? |
A27196 | How lookt he, when he told thee he would come? |
A27196 | How would you have me love you? |
A27196 | How you, my Lord? |
A27196 | How, my Lord? |
A27196 | How, my Lord? |
A27196 | How, my dear Lord? |
A27196 | I prithee how? |
A27196 | I say again, Where is she? |
A27196 | I thank you Gentlemen: But why are these Rude weapons brought abroad to teach your Hands ▪ Uncivil Trades? |
A27196 | I wonder what''s his Price? |
A27196 | I, know you him, my Lord? |
A27196 | I,''t is past speech, she lives dishonestly: But how shall we, if he be curious, work Upon his Faith? |
A27196 | If ay, Then am I not to be Obey''d? |
A27196 | Ill? |
A27196 | Is Young Pharamond Come to his Lodging? |
A27196 | Is it then truth, that Woman- kind is false? |
A27196 | Is it to me, or any of these Gentlemen you come? |
A27196 | Is there that Sword wou''d strike for his deliverance That himself has not chain''d the hand should draw it? |
A27196 | Is thy Infernal Fire- brand never quench''d? |
A27196 | Is your Boy turn''d away? |
A27196 | Is''t not late, Gentlemen? |
A27196 | Is''t possible? |
A27196 | Jealous, who? |
A27196 | K. A handsom Boy? |
A27196 | K. About eighteen? |
A27196 | K. Has she a Boy? |
A27196 | K. He speaks and sings, and plays? |
A27196 | K. I do not fancy this, Call our Phisicians? |
A27196 | K. Is he full of service? |
A27196 | K. Now Lady of Honour, where''s your Honour now? |
A27196 | K. Tell me, have you not a Boy? |
A27196 | K. What Boy is this she raves at? |
A27196 | K. What kind of Boy? |
A27196 | K. What, at your Meditations? |
A27196 | K. Why do you Chafe your self so? |
A27196 | K. Will you come down? |
A27196 | King, Alas, what are we Kings? |
A27196 | Knock, Gentlemen, knock loud, louder yet: What, has their Pleasure taken off their Hearing? |
A27196 | Know you this face my Lord? |
A27196 | Ladies, what think you now of this brave Fellow? |
A27196 | Lose his sweet Health in his dear Master''s Service; Wake tedious Nights in Stories of your Praise? |
A27196 | Love, Madam? |
A27196 | Madam what more? |
A27196 | Madam? |
A27196 | May your Dreams be true to you: What shall we do, Gallants? |
A27196 | Mutter not: Sir, speak you where she is? |
A27196 | My Lord Dion, you had A vertuous Gentlewoman, call''d you Father, Is she yet alive? |
A27196 | My noble Lord, Oh whither does your headlong transport run? |
A27196 | Nay, were there hopes, has not himself destroy''d''em? |
A27196 | No, we have ta''ne her Horse: He Gallopt empty by: You Galatea Rod with her into the Wood, Why left you her? |
A27196 | Not a- Bed, Ladies, y''are good Sitters up; What think you of a pleasant Dream to last Till Morning? |
A27196 | Now Truth begins to speak? |
A27196 | O when, and where? |
A27196 | O you are welcome, what good News? |
A27196 | Of Love to me? |
A27196 | Of Love? |
A27196 | Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your Vertues? |
A27196 | Oh, what Boy is he Can be content to live to be a man, That sees the best of men thus passionate, Thus without Reason? |
A27196 | Oh, where shall I Go bathe this Body? |
A27196 | Pox o''your Question then: What is she found? |
A27196 | Run thy self into the Presence, mingle there again With other Ladies, leave the rest to me: Where''s the Boy? |
A27196 | Say you so, pert one? |
A27196 | Say, am I raging now? |
A27196 | Sayst thou? |
A27196 | See how his Fancy labours, has he not Spoke home and bravely? |
A27196 | See, see — you Gods, He walks still, and the Face you let him wear When he was Innocent, is still the same, Not blasted; Is this Justice? |
A27196 | Serves he the Princess? |
A27196 | Shall I speak''em freely? |
A27196 | She kisses thee? |
A27196 | Since then our happy Meetings must be few: Say, how shall we devise To hold Intelligence? |
A27196 | Sir, shall I Lye? |
A27196 | Sir, you are deceiv''d: I''ll reason it a little coldy with you; If she were lustful, would she take a Boy, That knows not yet desire? |
A27196 | Sir, you are sad to change your Service, is''t not so? |
A27196 | Speak Gentlemen, for Heaven''s Love speak; Is''t possible? |
A27196 | Suppose that we Can bear thy Wrongs, can we support our own? |
A27196 | TO write a Play is pure Poetick Rage, For you''re so hard to please in this Nice Age, Who less than mad wou''d Scribble for the Stage? |
A27196 | Tell me, my Boy, how does the Princess use thee? |
A27196 | That good old Play Philafter ne''re can fail, But we Young Actors how shall we prevail? |
A27196 | That our true Loves On any new Occasion may consult What Path is best to tread? |
A27196 | The King? |
A27196 | The Princess send for me? |
A27196 | The Second? |
A27196 | Thou Merciless, Inhumane — But why do I seek words for guilt beyond A Name, too deep for shallow sounds to reach? |
A27196 | Thou art deceiv''d, Boy: And she strokes thy head? |
A27196 | Thou art deceived, Boy; does he speak of me as if he wish''d me well? |
A27196 | Thou canst sing, and play? |
A27196 | To find out constancy? |
A27196 | To what would he have answer? |
A27196 | To whom? |
A27196 | To you? |
A27196 | Treason? |
A27196 | Was it lye with you that you said? |
A27196 | Was she not Young and Tall? |
A27196 | What Boy? |
A27196 | What Boy? |
A27196 | What Dreams, what Shapes and Fantoms? |
A27196 | What Friend bears a Sword To run me through? |
A27196 | What do I live to hear? |
A27196 | What have I done, my Lord? |
A27196 | What have you there, my Lord? |
A27196 | What if they should? |
A27196 | What if they should? |
A27196 | What is discovered Sir? |
A27196 | What kind of Grief can thy Years know? |
A27196 | What means this all amazing Wonder? |
A27196 | What more? |
A27196 | What now? |
A27196 | What of him? |
A27196 | What sawcy Groom knocks at this dead of night? |
A27196 | What says my Lord? |
A27196 | What tho''I''ve fixt a Crown on other''s Brows, And want an aiding Hand to claim my own? |
A27196 | What will you do, Philaster, with your self? |
A27196 | What would your grace talk of? |
A27196 | What''s the first? |
A27196 | What''s thy Name? |
A27196 | What, running Races to catch Hearts? |
A27196 | What, will he carry it to Spain in his Pocket? |
A27196 | Where is she? |
A27196 | Where may a Maiden live securely free, Keeping her Honour fair? |
A27196 | Where wert thou born? |
A27196 | Where''s the Boy? |
A27196 | Whither so fast, fair Lady? |
A27196 | Whither? |
A27196 | Who Shall Swear it to you, and weep the Tears I send? |
A27196 | Who attends you? |
A27196 | Who does not? |
A27196 | Who must he choose a Husband for his Daughter, The Heir of both those Crowns, but this young Spaniard? |
A27196 | Who shall now bring you Letters, Rings and Bracelets? |
A27196 | Who shall now tell you, how I love you? |
A27196 | Who shoots else? |
A27196 | Why how now, Gallatea, all the Hearts your own? |
A27196 | Why should these Ladies stay so long? |
A27196 | Why should you think the Princess light? |
A27196 | Why speak''st thou not? |
A27196 | Why this is wondrous well: But what kind Language does she feed thee with? |
A27196 | Why, if they should, I say, they were ne ● er abroad; what Forreigner would do so? |
A27196 | Why, my Lord, are you so mov''d at this? |
A27196 | Why, who can but believe him? |
A27196 | Why? |
A27196 | Will Philaster come? |
A27196 | With whom? |
A27196 | Yes, Rid she to the Wood, or to the Plain? |
A27196 | a Ladies Voice, Whom I do love? |
A27196 | and in the Chamber of the Princess? |
A27196 | art thou she? |
A27196 | can Women all be damn''d? |
A27196 | for telling you your slender Fortune, Sir? |
A27196 | ha? |
A27196 | how black And guiltily( methinks) that Boy looks now? |
A27196 | is not her breath Sweet as Arabian winds? |
A27196 | my heart? |
A27196 | what God Angry with Men, has sent this strange Disease Into the noblest Minds? |
A27196 | what a dangerous Train Did he give fire to? |
A27196 | wilt thou rob me of the power to die? |
A00958 | About your Mathematitians? |
A00958 | All? |
A00958 | Am I afraid of death? |
A00958 | Am I the Prince, or you? |
A00958 | And faith master, what brave new meats? |
A00958 | And fat? |
A00958 | And for his right? |
A00958 | And have you said your prayers? |
A00958 | And of what nature? |
A00958 | And what do you Sir, with the Advocats wife, Whom you perswade, upon your Doctorall bed, To take the Mathematicall trance so often? |
A00958 | And you drew a figure? |
A00958 | Are these the youths? |
A00958 | Are they not drops of blood? |
A00958 | Are we not friends againe by each oath ratified, Our tongues the Heralds to our hearts? |
A00958 | Are we not his? |
A00958 | Are you mad, to offer at more blood, and make your self More horrid to your people? |
A00958 | Are you well, noble childe? |
A00958 | As if your armes could be advanc''d, and I Not set upon the rack? |
A00958 | Aubrey alive too? |
A00958 | Author of prodigies, what sightes are these? |
A00958 | Beene with him? |
A00958 | But did you observe the many doubts, and c ● ution ● The brothers stood upon before they mett? |
A00958 | But heaven is got by suffering, not disputing ● Say he knew this before hand, where am I then? |
A00958 | But what new rare munition? |
A00958 | By this time wher''s my huffing friend Lord Aubrey? |
A00958 | Can it be flattery to sweare those eyes Are loves eternall lamps he fires all hearts with? |
A00958 | Canst thou doe it neatly? |
A00958 | Come, will you forward? |
A00958 | Concluded like an Oracle, oh how great A grace of heaven is a wise ● ● ● ● zen? |
A00958 | Conscience Latorch, what''s that? |
A00958 | Dead, my Master dead? |
A00958 | Desire of wealth? |
A00958 | Did ever such a hopefull businesse end t ● us? |
A00958 | Did you know of his death? |
A00958 | Do you smile Sir? |
A00958 | Do''s it so tickle you? |
A00958 | Doe you aske that now? |
A00958 | Doe you heare sir? |
A00958 | Doe you heare sir? |
A00958 | Doe you make it conscience? |
A00958 | Doe you see how that sneaking rogue lookes now? |
A00958 | Dost thou beleeve this? |
A00958 | Fart for your reverence, keep it till then; and somewhat high of statutre? |
A00958 | Feare not, I now dare speak as loud as hee, And will be heard, and have all I speak, Law; Have you no eyes? |
A00958 | For feare of death? |
A00958 | For what? |
A00958 | Give me thy hand, what dost thou feele? |
A00958 | Good speed; wast with a sword? |
A00958 | Grandpree and Verdon But what are these? |
A00958 | H''as a strange cunning tongue, why doe you sigh sir? |
A00958 | Have I met death in all his formes, and feares, Now on the points of swords, now pitch''d on lances? |
A00958 | Have I no rule yet? |
A00958 | Have you the Scheame here? |
A00958 | He flatters thus? |
A00958 | He is old, why doe you hurt him? |
A00958 | He is somewhat corpulent, is he not? |
A00958 | He would do`t friends, And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers; What could you want then? |
A00958 | Heare this, and talke againe? |
A00958 | Her hands held up? |
A00958 | Here''s a wise hanging, are there no more? |
A00958 | How Sir? |
A00958 | How are the Cardines? |
A00958 | How doe you Sir? |
A00958 | How gentle? |
A00958 | How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your vertues? |
A00958 | How just? |
A00958 | How masterly he turnes himselfe to catch me? |
A00958 | How my Latorch? |
A00958 | How now? |
A00958 | How old is he? |
A00958 | How strange she is to what she chiefly wishes? |
A00958 | How then? |
A00958 | How''s this, a plot on me? |
A00958 | How? |
A00958 | How? |
A00958 | I charge you souldiers Even by the Princes power, release my father; The Prince is mercifull, why doe you hold him? |
A00958 | I doe beseech you sir, where are your dollars? |
A00958 | I everthought thee Knave of the chamber, art thou the spy too? |
A00958 | I fashion an Oration to acquit you? |
A00958 | I know him, the Dukes kinsman, a tall man? |
A00958 | I never studied my glasse till now, It is exceeding well; now leave me; cozen, How takes your eye the object? |
A00958 | I now See nothing can redeem thee; doest thou mention Affection, or a heart that ne''re hadst any? |
A00958 | I see in, see the Planets, Where, how are they dispos''d? |
A00958 | I''me glad to heare their Secretary say so, My learned Father Russ ●, where''s la Fiske, Monsieur de Bube, how do they? |
A00958 | I, i st so? |
A00958 | If rule affect this licence, who would live To worse, than dye in force of his obedience? |
A00958 | In fires, and stormes of arrows, battels, breaches, And shall I now shrink frō him, when he courts me Smiling and full of Sanctity? |
A00958 | Is death rediculous with you? |
A00958 | Is not the fame man bound to still protect us? |
A00958 | Is this a time to be spent thus by such As are the principall ministers of the State? |
A00958 | Is this the joy I look''d for? |
A00958 | Is this to mee? |
A00958 | Is your will made? |
A00958 | Know''st not to love or hate, but by the state, As thy prince does`t before thee? |
A00958 | Lat, Not him that you writ to me of? |
A00958 | Latorche, down, On with your gown, there''s a new suite arriv''d, Did I not tell you, Sons of hunger? |
A00958 | Law and Nature Ushering the way before you; is not hee Borne and bequeathd your subject? |
A00958 | Let me pause a little, Is he not neare of kin unto the Duke? |
A00958 | Live I to see this? |
A00958 | Loving? |
A00958 | Make way, or I will force it, who are those ● My sonnes? |
A00958 | Monsieur Latorche? |
A00958 | Monsieur Latorche? |
A00958 | Mother, dost thou name me, and put''st off nature thus? |
A00958 | Must we be hang''d to make you mirth? |
A00958 | My Master dead? |
A00958 | No? |
A00958 | Nor you? |
A00958 | Nor your miseries begin in murther, Duty, allegeance, and all respects of what you are, forsake me: Doe you stare on? |
A00958 | Nor, Is it your Tutors part to shield such doctrine? |
A00958 | Now Latorche, what doe you think? |
A00958 | Now for your farewell, Are you so warry? |
A00958 | O yet, stay, And rather than part thus, vouchsafe mee hearing As enemies; how is my soule divided? |
A00958 | Of any thing, any thing is excellent ● Will you take my directions? |
A00958 | Of d ● ing in mine innocence uprightly? |
A00958 | Of the Dukes life, what dangers threaten him? |
A00958 | Of what sir? |
A00958 | Oh execrable slaughter I What hand hath author''d it? |
A00958 | Oh my Latorche, what shall I render thee For all thy travailes, care and love? |
A00958 | Oh, am I with you Sir? |
A00958 | Oh, let him be, good even to him, he''s a Courtyer, I le spare his Complement, tell him, what''s here? |
A00958 | Or place affects of blood above our reason? |
A00958 | Or say he do''s not know it, where''s my Loyalty? |
A00958 | Or say he take it, say wee be discover''d? |
A00958 | Or shall these kill themselves, like to mad fencers, To make you sport? |
A00958 | Or the command of these so ready subjects? |
A00958 | Pardons? |
A00958 | Pox take you, Doe you call this sport? |
A00958 | Pray for thy crusty soule? |
A00958 | Pray? |
A00958 | Rise daughter, serve his will in what we may Least what we may not he enforce the rather, Is this all you command us? |
A00958 | Rol, How, a brother? |
A00958 | Rollians? |
A00958 | Say it were done; who is it done for? |
A00958 | Shall we waite on your grace? |
A00958 | Since wee serve Rol ● o The Elder brother, we ● le be Rollians, Who will maintaine us, l ● ds, as brave as Romans; You stand for him? |
A00958 | Sir? |
A00958 | THe brothers then are mett? |
A00958 | That tongue the smart string to his bow? |
A00958 | The geniture Nocturnall, Longitude At forty nine and ten minutes? |
A00958 | The great Gymnosophist, that had his Butlers And carvers of pure gold waiting at table? |
A00958 | The images of Mercury, too, that spoke? |
A00958 | The meanes to be so happy? |
A00958 | The wooden dore that flew? |
A00958 | Then you conclude him Innocent? |
A00958 | They are ayrie feares; and why should I object them unto his fancy? |
A00958 | They come from Rome, Latorch imployed you? |
A00958 | They''le hang the faster on for deaths convulsion; Thou seede of rockes, will nothing move thee then: Are all my teares lost? |
A00958 | Thy subject? |
A00958 | To be wrought on by Rogues, and have my head Brought to the axe by knaves that cheate for bread? |
A00958 | To what end? |
A00958 | VVHy should this trouble you? |
A00958 | We shall have brave rewards? |
A00958 | Well have you borne your selves; a red Deare Pye, Boyes, And that no leane one, I bequeath your vertues; What friends hast thou to day? |
A00958 | What a goodly swing I shall give the gallowes? |
A00958 | What affaires informe these out- cries? |
A00958 | What are these, sir? |
A00958 | What are you? |
A00958 | What bright star, taking beauties forme upon her, In all the happy lustre of heavens glory, Ha''s drop''d downe from the Skye to comfort me? |
A00958 | What did he promise you? |
A00958 | What did wee promise him? |
A00958 | What doe I reade there of Hiarbas banquet? |
A00958 | What dost thou here? |
A00958 | What foole would give a storme leave to disturb his peace ● When he may shut the casement? |
A00958 | What gaping knaves are these, bring''em in fellows, Now, what are you? |
A00958 | What impious daring is there here of heaven? |
A00958 | What is contain''d In th''letters that I brought, that thus transports him? |
A00958 | What is that? |
A00958 | What is the question first? |
A00958 | What is''t, your mothers teares? |
A00958 | What may this mean? |
A00958 | What meanes your Lordship? |
A00958 | What more can concerne me, than this? |
A00958 | What now? |
A00958 | What rage affects this monster? |
A00958 | What think you of a Bath and a Lords daughter To entertaine you? |
A00958 | What will the Butcher doe? |
A00958 | What would she say? |
A00958 | What would that do? |
A00958 | What''s his offence? |
A00958 | What''s that good master? |
A00958 | What? |
A00958 | When they that are the h ● ads, have filld the Court With factions, a weake woman only left To s ● ay their bloody hands? |
A00958 | Where is our Scheme, Let''s see, dispatch, nay fumbling now, who''s this? |
A00958 | Where''s that good Gentleman? |
A00958 | Where''s this young Traytor? |
A00958 | Whit''st over all his vices; and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Till hee can neither see thee, nor himselfe? |
A00958 | Who did this deed? |
A00958 | Whose there? |
A00958 | Why beare you him not hence? |
A00958 | Why doe you? |
A00958 | Why is this warre, then? |
A00958 | Why t is done then? |
A00958 | Why, what a Prince is here? |
A00958 | Why; what''s my hope? |
A00958 | Wil''t please you sit sir? |
A00958 | Will no man here obey me? |
A00958 | Will they kill Rats? |
A00958 | Will you doe that your enemies dare not wish, And cherish in your selves those furies, which Hell would cast out? |
A00958 | Wilt thou not take me monster? |
A00958 | Wonder invades me ● doe you two thinke much, That he thus wisely, and with neede consents To what I author for your Countries good? |
A00958 | Wound what is yet ● ound? |
A00958 | You are sower? |
A00958 | You can not name the persons bring this danger? |
A00958 | You dare tell me? |
A00958 | You le make no Oration then? |
A00958 | You weepe extreamly; strengthen me now justice, Why are these sorrowes sir? |
A00958 | a snake of brasse That hist? |
A00958 | all my righteous prayers Drown''d in thy drunken wrath? |
A00958 | and birds of silver that did sing? |
A00958 | and whither would he drive us? |
A00958 | are these your recreations? |
A00958 | at your stateward, sir? |
A00958 | dare you? |
A00958 | did title Move mee when it was fit that hee should dye? |
A00958 | for seeing thy brother dye a man, and honest? |
A00958 | ha''s he not hurt you? |
A00958 | had not I one my selfe? |
A00958 | her prayers, or her curses? |
A00958 | how the Duke Is slaine already with your flames embrac''d? |
A00958 | is it not for Rollo? |
A00958 | is this a Theater? |
A00958 | no citizens? |
A00958 | of dying nobly? |
A00958 | or have you, ha? |
A00958 | or whatsoever else Fires your ambition? |
A00958 | or where( alas) were then The endlesse love we owe to worthy men? |
A00958 | there is a reverence due, From children of the Gown, to men of Action: How''s this? |
A00958 | they eat my pyes abominably ● Or work upon a woman cold as Christmas: I have an old Jade sticks upon my fingers, May I taste them? |
A00958 | those sighes The deadly shafts he sends into our soules? |
A00958 | to what use? |
A00958 | what newes with him? |
A00958 | where''s your reward now, Goodman Manchet, for your fine discovery? |
A00958 | who sent thee? |
A00958 | why dost thou stare so? |
A00958 | why, what should stay my faith, or turn my sense? |
A00958 | your Lordship? |
A00958 | your counsailes colour no ●, With reason of state, where all that''s necessary still is just? |
A00958 | your rumpe? |
A27198 | ''Save ye, which is the Lady of the house? |
A27198 | ''T is the better, Have not the wars bred him up to anger? |
A27198 | ''T is true, such we must look for: but Mich. Perez, When heard you of Donna Margarita, the great Heiress? |
A27198 | ''T is well Altea, It should be so, my ward I must preserve him: Who sent for him, how dare he come uncall''d for, His bonnet on too? |
A27198 | A Plague upon thee, answer me directly; VVhy didst thon marry me? |
A27198 | A fire subtle ye, are ye so crafty? |
A27198 | A house and riches, when they are but shadows, Shadows to me? |
A27198 | A man of a good presence, pray ye come this way, Of a lusty body, is his mind so tame? |
A27198 | A mine, a mine, there is no end of wealth Collonel, I am an asse, a bashful fool, prethee Collonel, How do thy companies fill now? |
A27198 | A provident Charity; are you for the Wars, Sir? |
A27198 | A right State Usurer; why dost thou not marry, And live a reverend Justice? |
A27198 | All the house? |
A27198 | Alon: It ought not Sir, Go hurry her? |
A27198 | Am I braved thus in my own house? |
A27198 | An excellent lapidary, set these stones sure, Do you mark their Waters? |
A27198 | And Day- beds in all Chambers? |
A27198 | And are you sober? |
A27198 | And brave me too? |
A27198 | And do you find him A man of those hopes that you aim''d at? |
A27198 | And eat some rare fruit? |
A27198 | And every day a new? |
A27198 | And is she rich withal too? |
A27198 | And my Goods gone, what Pick- lock Spirit? |
A27198 | And watcht thee with delights to satisfy thee? |
A27198 | And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with? |
A27198 | And what of them? |
A27198 | And''t was a fair one; what was yours, Don Michael? |
A27198 | Are all the Chambers Deckt and adorn''d thus for my Ladies pleasure? |
A27198 | Are her dreams gentle to her mind? |
A27198 | Are the rooms Made ready to entertain my friends? |
A27198 | Are there none here? |
A27198 | Are those Hospitals? |
A27198 | Are ye blank at this? |
A27198 | Are you a maid? |
A27198 | Are you honest then? |
A27198 | Are you not valiant when you are drunk? |
A27198 | Are your Trunks open? |
A27198 | At four days warning? |
A27198 | Be as merry as you will: can you as handsomely When you are sent for back, come with obedience, And do your duty to the Lady loves you? |
A27198 | Be cozen''d by a thing of clouts, a she moth, That every Silkmans shop breeds; to be cheated, And of a thousand Duckets by a whim wham? |
A27198 | Break my neck rather, is there any thing here to eat But one another, like a race of Cannibals? |
A27198 | By a Woman cheated? |
A27198 | COme hither Wife do you know this hand? |
A27198 | Can you not receive a noble courtesie, And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couz, But you must ride o''th''top on''t? |
A27198 | Can you rail now? |
A27198 | Can ● ou love a young Lady? |
A27198 | Canst thou lye with a Woman? |
A27198 | Caught in mine own nooze? |
A27198 | Come I warrant ye, Am not I with ye sweet? |
A27198 | Come softly too, how do you? |
A27198 | Come, let''s go in, are all the rooms kept sweet wench? |
A27198 | Come, let''s go: This Rascal will make rare sport; how the Ladies Will laugh at him? |
A27198 | Cut her apieces? |
A27198 | Do you eccho me? |
A27198 | Do you go a birding for all sorts of people? |
A27198 | Do you hear him talk? |
A27198 | Do you wear Guns? |
A27198 | Does he hire my house to play the fool in, Or does it stand on Fairy ground, we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus? |
A27198 | Does thy Lady know this? |
A27198 | Dost thou count it base to suffer? |
A27198 | Dost thou laugh still? |
A27198 | Dost thou laugh? |
A27198 | Dost thou not love him? |
A27198 | Draw it upon a VVoman, do brave, Captain? |
A27198 | Give me a cup of Sack, and kiss me Lady, Kiss my sweet face, and make thy Husband Cuckold, An Ocean of sweet Sack, shall we speak Treason? |
A27198 | Give me a halter: is not this house mine, Madam? |
A27198 | H''as no capacity what honour is? |
A27198 | Ha, what would you have? |
A27198 | Has she slept well after her walk last night? |
A27198 | Hast thou married him? |
A27198 | Have I been fear''d for my discoveries, And courted by all women to conceal''em? |
A27198 | Have I not kept thee waking like a Hawk? |
A27198 | Have I profest to tame the pride of Ladies, And make''em bear all tests, and am I trickt now? |
A27198 | Have I so long studied the art of this Sex, And read the warnings to young Gentlemen? |
A27198 | Have ye brought me comfort? |
A27198 | Have ye searcht him Ladies? |
A27198 | Have ye yet no feeling? |
A27198 | Have you no mercy? |
A27198 | Have you seen any service? |
A27198 | He did me this great office, I thank his Grace for''t, should I pray him now, To undo''t again? |
A27198 | Hold ye villain, what thine own Husband? |
A27198 | How came ye hurt Sir? |
A27198 | How does the sweet young Beauty, Lady Margaret? |
A27198 | How now, what''s this? |
A27198 | How slain? |
A27198 | How will your Lady pass to th''Sea else easily? |
A27198 | How wilt thou scape a bullet? |
A27198 | I bob for fools? |
A27198 | I go? |
A27198 | I have many Kinsmen, but so mad a one, And so phantasick — all the house? |
A27198 | I have seen these Jewels, what a notable penniworth Have you had next your heart? |
A27198 | I know she has, but who has all my Goods, Spirit? |
A27198 | I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit I spoil ye, Is it my love do you think? |
A27198 | I long to dance now And to be wanton; let me have a song, is the great Couch up The Duke of Meaina sent? |
A27198 | I shall love you dearly, And''t is a sin to fling away affection, I have no Mistress, no desire to honour Any but you, will not this Oyster open? |
A27198 | I would fain see that, I have been in the Indies twice, and have seen strange things, But two honest Women? |
A27198 | I would not kiss you wantonly, For the Worlds wealth; have I secur''d my Husband, And put all doubts aside to be deluded? |
A27198 | If I should be this Lady that affects ye, Nay say I marry ye? |
A27198 | In the night? |
A27198 | In what dark Barn or tod of aged Ivy Hast thou lain hid? |
A27198 | Is he a Gentleman? |
A27198 | Is he come? |
A27198 | Is he so goodly a man do you say? |
A27198 | Is money reason? |
A27198 | Is not this my Alferes? |
A27198 | Is she a Whore too? |
A27198 | Is she a learned woman i''th''Mathematicks, Can she tell fortunes? |
A27198 | Is she truly, truly your Wife? |
A27198 | Is she your Sister? |
A27198 | Is she your Wife, Sir? |
A27198 | Is the fool come? |
A27198 | Is there no difference betwixt her and you, Sir? |
A27198 | Is there no house then, nor no grounds about it? |
A27198 | Is this the fellow that the people pointed at, For the meer sign of man, the walking image? |
A27198 | Is thy Wife with Child, Don Michael? |
A27198 | Is''t for the King ye come, you knock so boisterously? |
A27198 | Is''t not nobler to command a reverend Justice, than to be one? |
A27198 | It is no matter, by a Woman cozen''d, A real Woman? |
A27198 | It is the woman: good Madam, tell me truly, Had you a Maid call''d Estifania? |
A27198 | Leon Canst thou fight? |
A27198 | Leon What of the Duke Medina? |
A27198 | Let me try your kisses, How the fool shakes, I will not eat ye Sir, Bethrew my heart he kisses wondrous manly, Can ye do any thing else? |
A27198 | Let the King dine there, He owes me money, and so far''s my Creature, And certainly I may make bold with mine own, Captain? |
A27198 | May I crave your leave, Sir? |
A27198 | Mich. A Re your Companies full, Collonel? |
A27198 | Mich. Are they two handsome Women? |
A27198 | Mich. You had the honour to see the face that came to you? |
A27198 | Michael van owle, how dost thou? |
A27198 | More Troops and Figures, to abuse my sufferance, What Cousin''s this? |
A27198 | Must the Coach go too Sir? |
A27198 | My Estifania, shall we to dinner lamb? |
A27198 | My Goods again, how came my Trunks all open? |
A27198 | My mighty mahound Kinsman, what quirk now? |
A27198 | Nay, pray ye come out, and let me understand ye, And tune your pipe a little higher, Lady; I''ll hold you fast, rub, how came my Trunks open? |
A27198 | Ne''re look so stern upon me, I am your Husband, But what are Husbands? |
A27198 | Never be quiet? |
A27198 | New hangings every hour for entertainment, And 〈 … 〉 bought, new Jewels to give lustre? |
A27198 | No Plate, no Jewels, nor no Hangings? |
A27198 | No money? |
A27198 | No, not yet, Sir: Nor will be this month yet, as I reckon; How rises your Command? |
A27198 | Now Cacafogo, how like you this mansion? |
A27198 | Now what with you? |
A27198 | Now, now Sir, now, Come on, do you start off from me, Do you swear great Captain, have you seen a spirit? |
A27198 | O are you come VVife, Shall we be free again? |
A27198 | Of a low stature? |
A27198 | Of what breeding? |
A27198 | Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou Never leave whoring? |
A27198 | Oh a true lover Sir will lament loudly, Which of the Butts is your Mistress? |
A27198 | Oh let me bless this hour, are you alone sweet friend? |
A27198 | Owes me his Wife too, to appease my fury? |
A27198 | Poor do you call it? |
A27198 | Prithee good stubborn Wife, tell me directly, Good evil Wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my Kinsman? |
A27198 | Prithee ▪ leave fooling, I am in no humour now to fool and prattle, Did she ne''r play the wag with you? |
A27198 | Say honest, what shame have you then? |
A27198 | Shall I never return to mine own house again? |
A27198 | Shall I wear my new sute Madam? |
A27198 | She has serv''d me faithfully, A Whore and Thief? |
A27198 | She is yours now, why should I look after her? |
A27198 | Sir, there''s your treasure, sell it to a Tinker To mend old Kettles, is this noble Usage? |
A27198 | Stay I prithee, What is thy Will? |
A27198 | Step aside? |
A27198 | Suffer abundantly? |
A27198 | Tell me one thing, I do beseech thee tell me, tell me truth, Wise, However I forgive thee, art thou honest? |
A27198 | The Hangings and the Plate too? |
A27198 | The spirit of peace? |
A27198 | The whole possession wife? |
A27198 | The young fair Woman? |
A27198 | They were mine while they were laden, But now they have cast their Calves, they are not worth Owning: was she her Mistress say you? |
A27198 | This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword yet? |
A27198 | Those I''le allow him, They are for my credit, does he understand But little? |
A27198 | Thou cruel Lord, wouldst thou betray my honesty, Betray it in mine own house, wrong my Husband, Like a night Thief, thou darst not name by day- night? |
A27198 | Thou hast a hanging look thou scurvy thing, hast ne''r a knife Nor ever a string to lead thee to Elysium? |
A27198 | To be undone? |
A27198 | VVas not she owner of it, pray speak truely? |
A27198 | VVhat a Devil ails he? |
A27198 | VVhere is your Maid? |
A27198 | VVhy am I abused? |
A27198 | VVhy am I cozen''d? |
A27198 | VVhy didst thou flatter me, and shew me wonders? |
A27198 | VVill you come near Sir, will your Grace but honour me, And taste our dinner? |
A27198 | Was it the wench i''th''veil? |
A27198 | Was she a Maid do you think? |
A27198 | Was she your Kinswoman? |
A27198 | Was your Father wise? |
A27198 | Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case, willing to please ye, And find you so disable? |
A27198 | Were there not ways enough to fly my vengeance, No holes nor vaults to hide thee from my fury, But thou must meet me face to face to kill thee? |
A27198 | Were those she brought Love- Letters? |
A27198 | Were you never hurt? |
A27198 | What Captains know you? |
A27198 | What Husband mean ye? |
A27198 | What Masque is this now? |
A27198 | What Sir, preparing for your noble journey? |
A27198 | What ail you Sir? |
A27198 | What ail you sweet Wife, To put these daily pastines on my patience? |
A27198 | What are they at door? |
A27198 | What business has she? |
A27198 | What do you fear? |
A27198 | What dost thou do with it? |
A27198 | What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my part like a true Husband, And paid some desperate debts you never look''d for? |
A27198 | What dost thou think I fish without a bait wench? |
A27198 | What have you got there, temperance into your Company? |
A27198 | What house, what pleasure Sir, what do you mean? |
A27198 | What knocking''s this? |
A27198 | What money have ye? |
A27198 | What need we Fiddles, bawdy Songs, and Sack, When our own miseries can make us merry? |
A27198 | What noise, why look ye pale? |
A27198 | What office bore ye? |
A27198 | What shall I do with this fellow? |
A27198 | What shall I lose the King for a few kisses? |
A27198 | What should it mean, that in such haste We are sent for? |
A27198 | What take a young and tender bodied Lady, And expose her to those dangers, and those tumults, A sickly Lady too? |
A27198 | What torments shall I put her to, Phalaris bull now? |
A27198 | What''s that to my question? |
A27198 | What''s that you tumble? |
A27198 | What, are you for the Wars, Alonzo? |
A27198 | What, have you caught him? |
A27198 | When comes she to it? |
A27198 | When shall we come and visit thee? |
A27198 | When shall we come to thy house and be freely merry? |
A27198 | Where''s your Gentlewoman? |
A27198 | Where? |
A27198 | Whither must they go Sir? |
A27198 | Who knocks there? |
A27198 | Who waits there? |
A27198 | Who''s that is cheated, speak again thou vision, But art thou cheated? |
A27198 | Who''s that? |
A27198 | Who''s this? |
A27198 | Who''s this? |
A27198 | Why art thou sent to me to be my Officer, Ay, and commended too, when thou darst not fight? |
A27198 | Why fair and young but to use it? |
A27198 | Why how darst thou meet me again thou rebel, And knowst how thou hast used me thrice, thou rascal? |
A27198 | Why how now wife, what, sick at my preferment? |
A27198 | Why then St. Jaques hey, you have made us all Sir, And if we leave ye — does my Lady go too? |
A27198 | Why thou art not married indeed? |
A27198 | Why where''s this girl, who''s at the door? |
A27198 | Why where''s your Husband? |
A27198 | Why, Sirrah, why Sirrah, you? |
A27198 | Why, what''s four days? |
A27198 | Why, where''s this dinner? |
A27198 | Will not this Souldiers heat out of your bones yet, Do your Eyes glow now? |
A27198 | Will the Duke come again do you think? |
A27198 | Will ye lead, Gentlemen? |
A27198 | Will you go Sister? |
A27198 | Wilt thou go to dinner with us? |
A27198 | Wilt thou lend me any? |
A27198 | With me, or with this Gentleman, Would you speak Lady? |
A27198 | Within 4 days I am gone, so he commands me, And''t is not mannerly for me to argue it, The time grows shorter still, are your goods ready? |
A27198 | Wou''dst thou steal a fortune, And make none of all thy friends acquainted with it, Nor bid us to thy wedding? |
A27198 | Yes Sir, and go before ye, And round about ye, why do ye rail at me For that that was your own sin, your own knavery? |
A27198 | Yes Sir, is that wonder? |
A27198 | Yes why was I made a woman? |
A27198 | Yield our house up, our goods and wealth? |
A27198 | You are hurt mortally, And sitter for your prayers Sir, than pleasure, What starts you make? |
A27198 | You can not go,''t is not in me to save ye, Dare ye do ill, and poorly then shrink under it? |
A27198 | You had best now draw your Sword, Captain? |
A27198 | You know none of''em? |
A27198 | You must provide a Cradle, and what a troubles that? |
A27198 | You shall be taught, and can you when she pleases Go 〈 … 〉 and stay a week or two? |
A27198 | You take away variety in marriage, The abundance of the pleasure you are barr''d then, Is''t not abundance that you aim at? |
A27198 | You''ll stay and dine? |
A27198 | Your Mistress by the way? |
A27198 | Your VVife? |
A27198 | are her Cloaths packt up, And all her Linnen? |
A27198 | art sure it was a Woman? |
A27198 | come, sit down by me chearfully, My Husband''s safe, how do your wounds? |
A27198 | had you a Sister Sir, A Niece or Mistriss that required this courtesie, And should I make a scruple to do you good? |
A27198 | he looks another thing; Are miracles afoot again? |
A27198 | minister some comfort: Tell me directly art thou cheated bravely? |
A27198 | my Mauhound Cousin? |
A27198 | the Devil in the vault? |
A27198 | this is something speedy, Do you conceive as our jennets do with a West wind? |
A27198 | thy excellent Wise: Art thou a Man yet? |
A27198 | what kind of Lady Is that that owes the House? |
A27198 | you will not take Sir Some twenty Duckets? |
A39803 | ''T is well sir, Ye make so worthy uses: but quid 〈 ◊ 〉 What shall we now de ● ● rmin ●? |
A39803 | 2 How doe ye? |
A39803 | 3 Doe you marke the Pheses? |
A39803 | A grease pot guild your fidle strings: how do you, How is my deere? |
A39803 | A great deale better: Why doe you blush? |
A39803 | A match, but art not thou thy brother? |
A39803 | Alice And so will you too, Or breake down hedges for it: Dorothea, The welcom''st woman living: how do''s thy brother? |
A39803 | Alice Doe yo''know the voyce sir? |
A39803 | Alice I hope we bring ye health sir: how is''t with ye? |
A39803 | Alice I know she''s there sir, And all this but a dreame? |
A39803 | Alice No sir, I left her at her prayers: why doe ye aske me? |
A39803 | Alice What a letter Has this thing written, how it roares like thunder? |
A39803 | Alice What a mad boy is this? |
A39803 | Alice What is he? |
A39803 | Alice What said that Merchant? |
A39803 | Alice What was your dreame to night? |
A39803 | Alice''T is Francisco brother, By heaven I ty''d''em on: a little more sir, A little, little more, what parents have ye? |
A39803 | Alice''T is excellent, And where the outward parts are faire and lovely,( Which are but molds o''th minde) what must the soule be? |
A39803 | All my designes in Limbo? |
A39803 | All that may be: It shall be no blinde wedding: and all the joy Of all our friends I hope: he lookes worse hourely: How do''s my friend, my selfe? |
A39803 | Am I a seemely agent for your othes? |
A39803 | Am I so trim''d? |
A39803 | And appeare to her A thing to be belov''d? |
A39803 | And art thou strong enough? |
A39803 | And can ye be unwilling He being old and impot ● nt: his aime too Levell''d at you, for your good? |
A39803 | And can you tell me How old I am then? |
A39803 | And could ye be so pittifull? |
A39803 | And def ● ct too? |
A39803 | And do''st thou think men will not b ● at thee monstrously For abusing their wives and children? |
A39803 | And do''st thou thinke Mens wives and children can be abus ● d too much? |
A39803 | And how do''st thou? |
A39803 | And how is''t bouncing boyes? |
A39803 | And is the Barber come? |
A39803 | And is your hate so mortall? |
A39803 | And shall w ● now grow strangers? |
A39803 | And wherefore are mine eyes made, and have lights, But to encrease my object ●? |
A39803 | And who else? |
A39803 | And wilt thou be gone saies to''ther? |
A39803 | And wilt thou be gone, saies one? |
A39803 | Any worthy service Vnto my father sir, that I may tell him Even to his peace of heart, and much rejoycing Ye are his true son Thom still? |
A39803 | Are not you Mistresse Dorothy, Thomas sister? |
A39803 | Are not you my Wife? |
A39803 | Are the things ready? |
A39803 | Are ye not guiltie thus? |
A39803 | Are ye so crafty sir? |
A39803 | Beare I that noble name, to be a Traitor? |
A39803 | Begin with my love premised? |
A39803 | Beleeve it no, I never was so liberall: What though he shew a so so comely fellow Which we call pretty? |
A39803 | Blesse me, what beames Flew from these angell eyes: O what a misery What a most studdied torment tis to me now To be an honest man: dare ye sit by me? |
A39803 | Brome, Richard, d. 1652? |
A39803 | But good Alice Tell me how fares the gentle Cellide, The life of my affection, since my travell, My long, and lazie travell? |
A39803 | But how long? |
A39803 | But who Hylas? |
A39803 | But will you d ● ● l ● effectually? |
A39803 | Came ye out of Bedlam? |
A39803 | Can miracles be wrought upon a dead man, When all the power ye have, and perfect object Lyes in anothers light: and his deserves it? |
A39803 | Can ye forget me? |
A39803 | Can ye sing? |
A39803 | Come hi ● her, come, do you see that clowd that flyes there? |
A39803 | Come hither Crab, What gentlewomen are these? |
A39803 | Come sir, what can you say? |
A39803 | Did he do devise ●? |
A39803 | Did not I court ye, comming from this gentlewomans? |
A39803 | Did not I say he was mad? |
A39803 | Did not you promise all your helpe and cunning In my behalfe, but for one houre to see her, Did you not sweare it? |
A39803 | Did she nev''r beat ye before sir? |
A39803 | Did she not cry out,''t was my folly too That forc''d her to thi ● 〈 ◊ 〉 did s ● ● not curse me? |
A39803 | Did you not take two Wenches from the W ● tch to ● And put''em into pudding lane? |
A39803 | Didst thou heare that? |
A39803 | Do you call Sir? |
A39803 | Do you make a doubt? |
A39803 | Do you not understand? |
A39803 | Do you see now plaine? |
A39803 | Do ● you think I am mad ● you''l give me l ● ● ve To try her fairely? |
A39803 | Do''s he know of it? |
A39803 | Do''st thou long to have thy head broke? |
A39803 | Dost thou love any woman? |
A39803 | Dreame? |
A39803 | Dye like a foole unsorrow''d ● A bankrupt fool ● ● that fli ● gs away his treasure? |
A39803 | Eight languages, And wither at an old mans words? |
A39803 | Excellent sister, I am glad to see thee well: but wher''s my father? |
A39803 | F ● llow? |
A39803 | From him? |
A39803 | Fye, fye sir, Now I have promis''d ye this night to marry, Would ye be so intemperate? |
A39803 | Good heaven, what is this woman? |
A39803 | Good neighbours, no more o ● it, Ye doe but fling flaxe on my fire ● where i ● she? |
A39803 | Grant all that: Is he the first, that h''as bin giv''n a lost man, And yet come fairely home? |
A39803 | HE can not goe and take no farewell of me, Can he be so vnkinde? |
A39803 | Ha, what has the mad man done? |
A39803 | Ha; saist thou so? |
A39803 | Ha? |
A39803 | Harke ye Valentine, Is wild oates yet come over? |
A39803 | Hast thou not spoil''d the boy? |
A39803 | Have ye seene it friend? |
A39803 | He''s gone, My best friends gone Alice? |
A39803 | Here, take your spell againe, it burnes my fingers, Was ever Lover writ so sweet a Letter, So elega ● t a stile? |
A39803 | Hold for heaven sake, Must my friends misery make me a triumph? |
A39803 | How dare you walk so late so sweet: so weak gu ● rd ● d? |
A39803 | How do you worthy Sir? |
A39803 | How do''s his Father? |
A39803 | How do''s it show? |
A39803 | How do''st thou Frank ● how do''st thou boy, beare up man: What, shrink i''th sin ● we ● for a little sicknesse? |
A39803 | How do''● he b ● ● re himself? |
A39803 | How doe ye sir? |
A39803 | How hard he holds my hand Aunt? |
A39803 | How he itches? |
A39803 | How like a Swan she swims her pace, and beares Her silver breasts? |
A39803 | How like the Sun Labouring in his eclipse, darke, and prodigious, She shew''d till now? |
A39803 | How sir? |
A39803 | How soft the rogue feeles? |
A39803 | How stand ye with your mistresse? |
A39803 | How strange she beares it? |
A39803 | How that touch stung me? |
A39803 | How willingly thy heart betrayes thee cosin? |
A39803 | How''s this? |
A39803 | Humh, humh, Di ● cretion? |
A39803 | I am made now, I see no venture is in no hand: I have it, How now? |
A39803 | I have no maw to marriage, yet this rascall Tempts me extreamely: will ye marry presently? |
A39803 | I know not, Dreame of a Nunnery? |
A39803 | I know your nature''s sweet enough, and tender, Not grated on, nor curb''d: doe you love your Mistresse? |
A39803 | I le pawne my life on''t And this is he; Come hither Mistris Dorothy, And Mistris Mary: who do''s that face looke like: And view my brother well? |
A39803 | I le wash my hands of all ye do: farewell Sir ● Thou art not mad? |
A39803 | I lookt for''t: Shall we enjoy your companie? |
A39803 | I prethee away, thou know''st I am monstrous ticklish, What do''st thou think I love to blast my buttocks? |
A39803 | I say how sir? |
A39803 | I thanke ● e: But wher''s my blessed Cellide? |
A39803 | I thought there was some such trick in''t, you ● tole from m ● But who, for heaven sake? |
A39803 | I touch Authoritie ye rascall? |
A39803 | I violate the Law? |
A39803 | I ● a Nunnery? |
A39803 | I ● he the old Tom? |
A39803 | Iewels sir? |
A39803 | In blasphemies? |
A39803 | In her, alas sir, Alas poore gentlewoman, she a hand so heavy To knocke ye like a Calfe down, or so brave a courage To beat her father? |
A39803 | Is he come in? |
A39803 | Is he your friend? |
A39803 | Is the devill stirring? |
A39803 | Is there nev''r a shop open? |
A39803 | Is there no tricke in''t? |
A39803 | Is this serious? |
A39803 | Is this the Sipirit? |
A39803 | Keep ye to that key, are they all abed trow? |
A39803 | Kissing? |
A39803 | MOre stop ● y ● t? |
A39803 | Maid Who''s there? |
A39803 | Maid Why who is this? |
A39803 | Maid Will you walke in fo ● soo ● h? |
A39803 | Mary What do''st thou meane to do ●? |
A39803 | Mary What hast thou done? |
A39803 | Mas t is she indeed How smart the pretty thee ● e lookes?'' |
A39803 | May I have passage for my mo ● ● y? |
A39803 | May all I have restor ● him? |
A39803 | May we discourse too On honourable tearmes? |
A39803 | May we sing too? |
A39803 | Mich. Did you lye with her Lady? |
A39803 | Mich. HA''st thou inquir''d him out? |
A39803 | Mich. How found ye my words About the nature of his sicknesse Valentine? |
A39803 | Mich. My good neighbour, Me thinks you are stirring early since your travell, You have learn''d the rule of health sir, where''s your mistres? |
A39803 | Mich. Neighbours, how do''s the gentleman? |
A39803 | Mich. Was she abed then? |
A39803 | No singing, nor no dauncing, nor no drinking? |
A39803 | No surely, Nor any wise man I thinke; marriage? |
A39803 | No ● 〈 ◊ 〉 i ●? |
A39803 | Not for the world: bu ● whe ●''s my Mistres ● e And p ● ● thee say how do''s she? |
A39803 | Not s ● e me? |
A39803 | Nothing to night sweet? |
A39803 | Now benedi ● ite, have ye got the bre ● ze there? |
A39803 | Now''t is too late, I take it: Will ye be drunk to night,( a lesse intreaty Has serv''d your turn ●) and save all yet? |
A39803 | Now, as you are a gentleman, resolve me, Where did you get these jewels? |
A39803 | O beleeve it, I am much alter''d, much another way: The civil''st Gentleman in all your Country: Doe not ye see me alter''d? |
A39803 | O deerest: My noble friend too: what a blessednesse Have I about me now? |
A39803 | O double hearted, O woman, perfect woman: what distraction Was meant to mankind when th ● u was''t made a devill, What an invyting hell invented? |
A39803 | O fond and ignorant, Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up, to know no other father, And then betray it? |
A39803 | O strange impudence? |
A39803 | O what is that to you my foole? |
A39803 | Of any age too? |
A39803 | Of what forsooth? |
A39803 | Of which Lady? |
A39803 | Or do''● she play still with me? |
A39803 | Or if''t were possible I might get a Maid, To what use should I put her? |
A39803 | Out upon ye Thomas What do ye meane to do? |
A39803 | Oye little villaine, Ye delicate coy thiefe, how I shall thrum ye? |
A39803 | Peace a little, Thou would''st faine have a wife? |
A39803 | Planted in my heart Aunt? |
A39803 | Pray sir be satisfi''d, And wherein I can doe you good, command me, What a mad foole is this? |
A39803 | Pray tell me If I had never know ● e that gentleman Would you not willingly embrace my off ● r? |
A39803 | Prethee how is he? |
A39803 | Rack a maids tender eares, with dam''s and div ● ls? |
A39803 | Ride, nay then, Had he horse out? |
A39803 | S ● e m ● friend ● doe you thinke it fit? |
A39803 | Say he ● ome b ● cke To piece his poor friends life out? |
A39803 | Shall we to Church straight? |
A39803 | She keeps her warme I warrant ye, a bed yet? |
A39803 | So gam ● son dost thou say? |
A39803 | So light are you, and blown with every fancy: Will ye but make me hope ye may be civill? |
A39803 | Stand you a sid ● then: how with her sir? |
A39803 | Still Mistresse Dorothy? |
A39803 | Still fowler? |
A39803 | Sure she has found my griefe? |
A39803 | Talke with the gentlewomen? |
A39803 | That''s as ye think good your selv ● ● ● i ● you des ● rv ● it, Why''t is the easiest thing to compasse: beat ● n? |
A39803 | The man''s foolish Sir, you looke soberly: who is this fellow, And where''s hi ● busines ● e? |
A39803 | The onely temper''d spirit, Scholler, Souldier, Courtier: and all in one piece? |
A39803 | Then get you up Doll, Away, I''le strait come to you: is all ready? |
A39803 | There he speakes sence, but I le assure ye gentleman, I think no Wife of yours: at what hour ● was it? |
A39803 | This man you love, Sir? |
A39803 | This man you put into a free poss ● ssion Of what his wants could aske: or your selfe render? |
A39803 | Tho Goe for a Fidler then: the poore old Fidler That sayes his songs: but first where lyes my Mistresse, Did ye enquire out that? |
A39803 | Thou art a mad companion: never staid Tom? |
A39803 | Thou art not married? |
A39803 | Thou never meanest then To marry any that thou lov''st? |
A39803 | Thou rascall slave hast thou not twice abus''d me? |
A39803 | Though much unwilling, you have made me yeeld, More for his sake I see: how full of sor ● ow Sweet catching sorrow, he appeares? |
A39803 | Till doomes- day: what unnecessary nothing ● Are these about a wounded minde? |
A39803 | To keepe that simp ● ing sort o ● people company, That sober men call civill: marke ye that Sir? |
A39803 | To pay him with ● proje ● t ● Watch hi ● too, I would wish ye: prethe ● ● ● ll me, Do''st thou affect thes ● women still? |
A39803 | To what end gentlemen, when all is perish''d Vpon a wrack, is there a hope remaining? |
A39803 | To what end? |
A39803 | To what sir? |
A39803 | To whom prethee? |
A39803 | Tom From whom boy? |
A39803 | Tom, when is the horse- race? |
A39803 | Twa ● that I onely fear''d: good friend go from me, I finde my heart too full ● or further conference: You are assur''d of this? |
A39803 | VVHen comes he? |
A39803 | VVHere hast thou been man? |
A39803 | VVHy do you raile at me? |
A39803 | Vp with your nose sir, I doe not bleed,''t was a sound knock she gave me, A plaguy mankinde girle, how my braines totters? |
A39803 | Was eye ● such a wilde A ● se? |
A39803 | Wee''ll goe visite''T is charity: besides I know she is there: And under visitation I shall see hir Will ye along? |
A39803 | What Rybabald ●? |
A39803 | What Taverne has he us''d to ● what things done That shewes a man, and mettle? |
A39803 | What a str ● nge fellow''s this? |
A39803 | What are ye? |
A39803 | What ayle ye? |
A39803 | What bobd of all sides? |
A39803 | What bugbeares dwell in thy br ● ins? |
A39803 | What do''st thou thinke? |
A39803 | What doe all these here? |
A39803 | What doe you faint at this? |
A39803 | What had an oath or two bin? |
A39803 | What has he writ? |
A39803 | What hast thou made up twenty yet? |
A39803 | What hast thou there, a julip? |
A39803 | What heaven ye have brought m ● Lad ●? |
A39803 | What if a man should kisse ye? |
A39803 | What is it Master Valentine? |
A39803 | What make ye here? |
A39803 | What other end came we along? |
A39803 | What questions they propound too ● how do you sir ● I am glad to ● e ● you well? |
A39803 | What say you to yong Luce, my neighbour ● daughter, She was too yong I take it, when you travelled; Some twelve yeare old? |
A39803 | What shall I doe? |
A39803 | What should I doe friend? |
A39803 | What sweet content dwels here? |
A39803 | What think you of this Gentleman? |
A39803 | What though his promises may stumble at The power of goodnesse in him, sometimes use too? |
A39803 | What would he do indeed Doll? |
A39803 | What would you give now to be there, and I At home Mall? |
A39803 | What''s the matter? |
A39803 | What''s the matter? |
A39803 | What, new worke? |
A39803 | What? |
A39803 | When did he rid ● abroad since he came over? |
A39803 | When last saw ye her? |
A39803 | Where are these women I say? |
A39803 | Where is your Mistresse? |
A39803 | Where, what is he? |
A39803 | Where? |
A39803 | Whether doe you drive me? |
A39803 | Whether ● r ● ye bo ● ● d friend ●? |
A39803 | Whither goe all these men- menders, these Physitians? |
A39803 | Who are you? |
A39803 | Who payes me for my Musicke? |
A39803 | Who shall answere this? |
A39803 | Who would have writ such a debosh''d? |
A39803 | Who wouldst thou make me beleeve it was, the divell? |
A39803 | Who''s there? |
A39803 | Who, Monsieur Thomas? |
A39803 | Who? |
A39803 | Whose dog lyes sicke o''th mulligrubs? |
A39803 | Why Doll, why Doll I say: my letter ● ubd too, And no accesse without I mend my manners? |
A39803 | Why come you thus? |
A39803 | Why do you lye so damnably, so foolishly? |
A39803 | Why do''st thou follow me? |
A39803 | Why how now Mistresse Thomas? |
A39803 | Why should he 〈 ◊ 〉 but m ●? |
A39803 | Why th ● r ● 〈 ◊ 〉, But wher''s the sicke man? |
A39803 | Why that''s my daughter, rogue, do''st thou not see her Kissing that fellow there, there in that corner? |
A39803 | Why two, And in that forme? |
A39803 | Why well I thank ye sweet heart, Shall we walke in, for now th ● ●''s non ● to trouble us? |
A39803 | Why, what a devill do you meane? |
A39803 | Why, what''s the matter there among these Maids? |
A39803 | Will not h ● dy ● then? |
A39803 | Will you choose there sir? |
A39803 | Wilt please ye draw neere? |
A39803 | Would ye ought with us, gentlemen? |
A39803 | Would ye see her? |
A39803 | Would you have me now begin to be prentize, And learne to cobble other mens old boots? |
A39803 | Y ● have no share in goodnesse ● Ye are belyde; you are not Cellide, The modest, unaculate: who are ye? |
A39803 | Yes, I will marry agen: but Monsieur Thomas, What say ye to the gentleman that challenged ye Before he went, and the fellow ye fell out with? |
A39803 | Yf''aith y''are welcome home; what news beyond ● eas? |
A39803 | You have no project But faire and honest? |
A39803 | You have your breeches? |
A39803 | You need no more instruction? |
A39803 | You will be there? |
A39803 | You will not breake? |
A39803 | You''l follow? |
A39803 | You''l let me like? |
A39803 | Your faire cosin? |
A39803 | Your patience, May not a man prof ● sse his Love? |
A39803 | and my mistresse Be vow''d for eve ● a re ● ● ● se? |
A39803 | are ye a gentleman? |
A39803 | by thine owne covenant, Would''st thou not now be hang''d? |
A39803 | can you tell me? |
A39803 | did not I marry you last night At St ● Michaels Chappell? |
A39803 | did not you sweare you lov''d me? |
A39803 | do I dwell in her To force her to do this or that? |
A39803 | do''s it not stop And wither at my yeares? |
A39803 | has she not view''d And entertain''d some yonger smooth behaviour Some youth but in his blossome, as her selfe is? |
A39803 | how would you have me write? |
A39803 | is her love still Vpon the growing hand? |
A39803 | is it come to that? |
A39803 | is there ● ny hope yet You Master may returne? |
A39803 | looke upon her, Dandle her upon my knee, and give her suger sops? |
A39803 | my Mistresse? |
A39803 | no ● constrain''d, But out of cure, and councell? |
A39803 | or a head broke, Though t''had been mine, to have satisfied the old man? |
A39803 | or say it may be hansom? |
A39803 | speake, speake gently, And next, what would ye with me? |
A39803 | the doore lock''t, and she in before? |
A39803 | what noyse is this? |
A39803 | what rogue At these houres? |
A39803 | when was my house At such a shame before, to creep to bed At ten a clocke, and twelve, for want of company? |
A39803 | who should beat thee? |
A39803 | why do you blush so? |
A39803 | ye, and nay Gentlemen, A much converted man: wher''s the best wine boyes? |
A39803 | yong Frank? |
A39803 | ●''pretious; you''ll make me mad; did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed, about twelve a clocke Tye our hands fast? |
A27179 | ''Slid they did all speak plain even now methought; Dost thou know this same maid? |
A27179 | ''T is shee,''t is she, Niece? |
A27179 | ''T is thunder, thunder: See, a flash of Lightning, Are you not blasted Mistris? |
A27179 | ''T is true Sir ▪ what a voice was here now? |
A27179 | ''T is w ● ll you understand right, And shall learn daily: you can drink too? |
A27179 | ''T was like your self, honest, and noble Hubert: Ca ●''st thou behold these mirrors altogeth ● r, Of thy long ● false, and bloody usurpation? |
A27179 | A Gentleman? |
A27179 | A counter? |
A27179 | A liberall Gentleman? |
A27179 | A petty fellow? |
A27179 | A ● ay companion; handling her? |
A27179 | Acknowledge you my Father? |
A27179 | Alas, how does she? |
A27179 | All at a swoop? |
A27179 | All found? |
A27179 | Almost a woman, I think? |
A27179 | Am I not worthie of the knowledg of it? |
A27179 | Ambition among beggars? |
A27179 | And I''le deserve it treble; what horse ha''you? |
A27179 | And can not I as well affect your sorrowes, As your delights? |
A27179 | And do you well remember yet the boon you gave me ▪ Upon the return of this? |
A27179 | And how does my Niece? |
A27179 | And in all this wisedom; Had I not reason? |
A27179 | And is that all your ceremonie? |
A27179 | And say I am sorry? |
A27179 | And to the open handling of our justice, Why did ye this upon the proper person Of our good Master? |
A27179 | And where will ye stick''em? |
A27179 | And will ye love me''deed- law? |
A27179 | And ye dare know a woman from a weather cock? |
A27179 | Any of the old Lords that rebel ● d? |
A27179 | Aqua- vitae? |
A27179 | Are all my ho ● es and prayers turnd to nothing? |
A27179 | Are you the owners Of the Ship that last night put into the Harbour? |
A27179 | As you are the Gentleman you would be thought? |
A27179 | B A — juggle''em? |
A27179 | B If e''re I catch your Sow- gelder, by this hand I''le strip him; Were ever fools so ferkt? |
A27179 | B Who, Master Goswin? |
A27179 | B. C ● me, fill, fill, fill suddenly: le ●''s see Sir, What''s ● his? |
A27179 | B. Cloakes? |
A27179 | Best make a ● ● and And listen to his next: ha? |
A27179 | Betraid to Vi ● lains? |
A27179 | Betray''d? |
A27179 | But hark ye brother Prig, Shall we do nothing in the fore- said wedding? |
A27179 | But look upon her, then if thy heart relent not I''le quit her presently; who waits there? |
A27179 | But what will that advantage thee? |
A27179 | But what''s the action we are for now? |
A27179 | But wilt thou do this service? |
A27179 | Buy any brand- wine, buy any brand- wine? |
A27179 | By force? |
A27179 | By poison, ha? |
A27179 | Can mens prayers Shot up to heaven, with such a zeal as mine are, Fell ● eck like lazy mists, and never prosper? |
A27179 | Can that thing call''d a woman stop your godness? |
A27179 | Can you do these things? |
A27179 | Can''st tell me a way now, how to cut off my wives Concvpiscence? |
A27179 | Canst thou work miracles? |
A27179 | Certainly''t is treasure; Can there be yet this blessing? |
A27179 | Clause, canst thou be so cruel? |
A27179 | Clause? |
A27179 | Come al ● st bullets three ▪ with a whim- wham: Have ye their moneys? |
A27179 | Come bring''em out ▪ for here we sit in justice: Give to each one a cudgel, a good cudgel: And now attend your sentence, tha? |
A27179 | Di ●''st ever see her? |
A27179 | Did you never hear of a young Maid called Iaculine? |
A27179 | Didst thou ever, By the fair light of heaven, behold a sweeter? |
A27179 | Do I see? |
A27179 | Do not your Lawyers Se ● l all their practice, as your Priests their Prayers? |
A27179 | Do you hear Sir? |
A27179 | Do you hear Sirs? |
A27179 | Do you hear? |
A27179 | Do you hear? |
A27179 | Do you love me? |
A27179 | Do you mark? |
A27179 | Duty? |
A27179 | Ev''n to morrow; But why do I stand mocking of my misery? |
A27179 | Flo What is that you say, Sir? |
A27179 | For a hundred thousand crownes? |
A27179 | For a hundred thousand crowns? |
A27179 | For doing good? |
A27179 | For what, Sir? |
A27179 | Friendship? |
A27179 | Ger Hope still sir; are you ty''d Within the compasse of a day, good master, To pay this mass of money? |
A27179 | Gertrude? |
A27179 | Give me thy reason; dost thou fear her ● onesty? |
A27179 | Good Clause How cam''st thou by this mighty sum? |
A27179 | H ● w? |
A27179 | H ●? |
A27179 | Ha''you had no Letters Lately from England, nor from Denmark? |
A27179 | Ha? |
A27179 | Ha? |
A27179 | Ha? |
A27179 | Hark, hark I beseech you, Do you hear nothing? |
A27179 | Have I liv''d In all the happinesse fortune could seat me, In all mens fair opinions? |
A27179 | Have not we, Sir, chap- men, And Factors then, to answer these? |
A27179 | Have ye any Pigs, Calves, or Colts, Have ye any lambs in your holts, To cut for the stone? |
A27179 | Have ye any work for the Sow- gelder, boa? |
A27179 | Have ye ere a ● ood place for my quality? |
A27179 | He is a father to her; or a Soldier That in his Countries ser ● ice, from the war Hath brought him only scars and want? |
A27179 | He that had thank himself: not hand her? |
A27179 | He was not in disgrace? |
A27179 | Hig Is not the man an honest man? |
A27179 | How long? |
A27179 | How now, brave Burgomaster? |
A27179 | How they triumph in their treachery? |
A27179 | How will ye kiss me, pray you? |
A27179 | How ▪ What suitors are they? |
A27179 | How ● ain she would conceal her self? |
A27179 | How, pre''thee Saylor? |
A27179 | How? |
A27179 | How? |
A27179 | How? |
A27179 | How? |
A27179 | Hub May a poor huntsman, with a merry heart, A voice shall make the Forrest ring about him, Get leave to live amongst ye? |
A27179 | Hub None to offend you; I Sir? |
A27179 | Hub ▪ Do you know any of these people live here? |
A27179 | Hubert? |
A27179 | I am glad we have found ye, Is not this true? |
A27179 | I ha''giv''n Bun meat; You do not love me, do you? |
A27179 | I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? |
A27179 | I hope you have spilt no blood? |
A27179 | I marry Sir, Where is that ● ● an? |
A27179 | I may perceive a vi ● lanie, and a rank one, Was he joyn''d partner of thy knaverie? |
A27179 | I thank you, Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye? |
A27179 | I understand no word she says; how long Has she been here? |
A27179 | I would my clapper Hung in his Bald- rick, what a peal could I ring? |
A27179 | I, and obedient to? |
A27179 | IS he then taken? |
A27179 | If I were troubled, What could thy comfort do? |
A27179 | Is my misery Become my scorn too? |
A27179 | Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly? |
A27179 | Is there a virgin of good fame wan ● s dowre? |
A27179 | Is this a wedding? |
A27179 | Is this certain? |
A27179 | Is this that Traitor Woolfort? |
A27179 | Is''t not enough the floods,& friends forget me? |
A27179 | Is''t the delay of that ye long have look''d for, A happy marriage? |
A27179 | It lyes in''s brain yet, In lumps it lies, I''le fetch it out the finest: What pretty faces the foole makes,? |
A27179 | King, by you leave, where are you? |
A27179 | Kiss him, girl, I bid you: My Merchant royal, fear no Uncles: hang''em, Hang up all Uncles: Are we not in Bruges? |
A27179 | Kneel to me? |
A27179 | LEad, if thou thinkst we are right, why dost thou make These often stands? |
A27179 | Let me go, No man shall hold me, that upholds him; Do you uphold him? |
A27179 | Letters? |
A27179 | Look there she is, d ● ● l with me as thou wilt now Didst ever see a fairer? |
A27179 | Lord, how the world''s chang''d with ye? |
A27179 | Make no shew then; I am glad to see you, Sir, and I am Gerrard; How stands affairs? |
A27179 | Married? |
A27179 | May I speak a word in private to ye? |
A27179 | May his Bears worry him, that Ape had paid it; What dainty tricks? |
A27179 | Mistris? |
A27179 | Murder your nose a little: does your head purge Sir? |
A27179 | Must not marry? |
A27179 | Must ye my sweet? |
A27179 | My Goswin Turn''d Prince? |
A27179 | NO wind blow faire yet? |
A27179 | No belief gentle Master? |
A27179 | No mercy in ye? |
A27179 | No newes yet? |
A27179 | No news yet o''your Ships? |
A27179 | No star prosperous? |
A27179 | No threatning, For we shall cool you sir; why didst thou basely Attempt the murther of the Merchant Goswin? |
A27179 | None? |
A27179 | Not marry, Clause? |
A27179 | Not to the wedding, Sir? |
A27179 | Now huffing Sir, what''s your name? |
A27179 | Now what sayst thou? |
A27179 | Now what''s the news in town? |
A27179 | O I am miserably lost, thus falne Into my Uncles hands, from all my hopes: Can I not think away my self and dye? |
A27179 | O this precious Merchant; What sport he will have? |
A27179 | O ● e trick more yet; Hey, come aloft: sa, sa, flim, flum, taradumbis? |
A27179 | Or cackling cheats? |
A27179 | Or cutting off a convoy of bu ● ter? |
A27179 | Or dost thou work upon my troubled sense? |
A27179 | Or either did not court you to command it? |
A27179 | Or lists of Velvet? |
A27179 | Or merge ● y- praters, Rogers ▪ And Tibs o''th the Bu ● te ● y? |
A27179 | Or surprising a Boors ken, for granting cheats? |
A27179 | Or taking A poultrer prisoner, without ransome, Bullye ●? |
A27179 | Our Company''s growne horri ● ● e thin by it, What think you Ferret? |
A27179 | Robbing a Ripper of his fish? |
A27179 | Rot your pepper; Shall I trust you again? |
A27179 | Say ye so? |
A27179 | Say you so, Sir? |
A27179 | Shall I believe thee? |
A27179 | Shall I break now, when my poor heart is pawn''d? |
A27179 | Shall Piggs, Sir, that the Parsons self would envy, And dainty Ducks? |
A27179 | Shall it be spoken, Fat capons shak''t their tails at''s in defiance, And Turkey toombs such honourable monuments? |
A27179 | Shall no body need To look to me? |
A27179 | Sir, I do say she is no merchandize; Will that suffice you? |
A27179 | Sir, that brought not me; Do you know this Ring again? |
A27179 | Sir? |
A27179 | Sir? |
A27179 | Stand at the door my friends? |
A27179 | Still a sad man? |
A27179 | Still blowst thou there? |
A27179 | Such? |
A27179 | Sweet, what ayle ye? |
A27179 | Swin ●, with the very mast, b ● side the woods? |
A27179 | Tell me but how I have deserv''d your slighting? |
A27179 | Th ● n Higgen will scarce thrive by it, You do conclude? |
A27179 | That can not save y ●, Who sent ye hi her? |
A27179 | That''s well: ready to take Upon surprise of''em? |
A27179 | The B ● ● fs and Muttons that your grou ● ds are stor''d wi ● h? |
A27179 | The company That you had last, what had you for''t, y''faith? |
A27179 | The first, The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, I l ● t you go before, b ● t for a train; I ●''t you have done t ● is service? |
A27179 | The word? |
A27179 | Then will I speak a speech, and a brave speech In praise of Merchants; where''s the Ape? |
A27179 | There''s amongst you all? |
A27179 | There''s money to be go ●, and meat I take it; What think ye of a moris ●? |
A27179 | There''s one leg in the wood, do not pull backward: What a sweat one on''s are in, you or I? |
A27179 | These carry to Vanlock and take my Bills in: To Peter Zuten th ● se: bring back my Jewels: Why are these pieces? |
A27179 | This day upon a sure appointment, He meets me mile hence, by the Chase side, Under the row of Okes, do you know it? |
A27179 | This fellow comes to mock us; gold or silver? |
A27179 | This is tyrant- like indeed: But what would Gynkes Or Clause be here, if either of them should reign? |
A27179 | This wind b ● ings them; nor no news over land, Through Spain, from the Straights? |
A27179 | To you? |
A27179 | Troth thou mak''st me wonder; Have you a King and Commonwealth among you? |
A27179 | Under the Rose here? |
A27179 | Van- d. How do you Woolfort? |
A27179 | Was it for want you undertook it? |
A27179 | Welcome, welcome, weldome, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow? |
A27179 | Well? |
A27179 | What ail you, Sirs? |
A27179 | What ailes my love? |
A27179 | What ailes the f ● llow? |
A27179 | What are you si ● ● ah? |
A27179 | What do you think of this? |
A27179 | What great ● ● curity? |
A27179 | What ha''you, Bells for my squirrel? |
A27179 | What have I ere possess''d which was not you ● s? |
A27179 | What if it would? |
A27179 | What is not bought and sold? |
A27179 | What is that Hubert, Sir? |
A27179 | What is''t Clause? |
A27179 | What is''t Huntsman? |
A27179 | What is''t Sir? |
A27179 | What is''t? |
A27179 | What mak''st thou here, ha? |
A27179 | What mean you, Sir, To stay there with that stammerer? |
A27179 | What miracles are powr''d upon this fellow? |
A27179 | What news o''th''Fly- b ● at? |
A27179 | What power hast thou to ask me? |
A27179 | What power hast thou? |
A27179 | What say yo ● to it? |
A27179 | What should I think, unless the Seas and sands Had swallow''d up my ships? |
A27179 | What strange wonders Fear fancies in a Coward? |
A27179 | What would the knowledge do thee good, so miserable Thou canst not help thy self? |
A27179 | What ● o''the wooll- pack? |
A27179 | What''s that to you, Sir? |
A27179 | What''s the fraught? |
A27179 | What''s your Fathers name? |
A27179 | What, a false knave? |
A27179 | What? |
A27179 | What? |
A27179 | When all the preparation? |
A27179 | When? |
A27179 | Where the Nation live so free, and so merry as do we? |
A27179 | Who I repent? |
A27179 | Who are these, Hemskirke? |
A27179 | Who ever yet arriv''d to any grace, Reward or trust from me, but his approaches Were by your fair reports of him preferr''d? |
A27179 | Who goes there? |
A27179 | Who was the Lord of house or land that stood Within the p ● ospect of your covetous eye? |
A27179 | Who''s there? |
A27179 | Who''s this? |
A27179 | Who, this? |
A27179 | Why do you look so wild? |
A27179 | Why dost thou fool me? |
A27179 | Why is this stop Sir? |
A27179 | Why should you be thus then? |
A27179 | Why shouldst thou light on that then? |
A27179 | Why soon Sir? |
A27179 | Why wouldst thou know? |
A27179 | Why, thou timerous Sot, canst thou perceive Any thing i''the bush, but a poor glo- worme? |
A27179 | Why, what a G ● os- cap would''st thou make me, Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing, more then their lives can reach at? |
A27179 | Why? |
A27179 | Will no lesse serve? |
A27179 | Will the Sun shine again? |
A27179 | Will ye know a man now? |
A27179 | Will ye see any feats of act ● vity, Some ● eight of hand, leigerdemain? |
A27179 | Will you hear a Song how the Divell was gelded? |
A27179 | Will you on then? |
A27179 | Wilt thou swear me? |
A27179 | With what fore- head Do you speak this to me? |
A27179 | Woman? |
A27179 | Wool Will you yet end? |
A27179 | Woolfort? |
A27179 | Would you leave me Without a farewel, Hub ● rt? |
A27179 | Wretch art thou not cont ● nt thou h ● st betraid u ●, But mock us too? |
A27179 | Wrought from me, by a Begg ● r? |
A27179 | Y''ded law? |
A27179 | Ye are not married yet? |
A27179 | Yes; what are you the better? |
A27179 | Yet will ye know me? |
A27179 | Yet will ye love me? |
A27179 | You are not Minche? |
A27179 | You do not love me Goswin? |
A27179 | You have no ships lost lately? |
A27179 | You have your will: Require you any more? |
A27179 | You must not only know me for your Unc ● e, N ● w, but obey me ▪ you go cast your self Away upon a dunghil here? |
A27179 | You shall perceive Sir, e''re you get your freedom: Take him aside; and friend, we take thee to us, Into our companie, thou dar''st be true unto us? |
A27179 | You the Earls servant? |
A27179 | Your place now, Sir? |
A27179 | Your time? |
A27179 | a Merchant? |
A27179 | and as ye are true rascals, Tell me but this, have ye not been drunk, and often, At his charge? |
A27179 | and does the Capper love ye? |
A27179 | and what further villanies Have ye in hand? |
A27179 | and ● rom all other parts, Do all my Agents sleep, that nothing comes? |
A27179 | are all the bounties in me To you,& to the town, turn''d my reproaches? |
A27179 | at the time That most should tie him? |
A27179 | can you tell? |
A27179 | catch me a butte ● fly, And I''le love you again; when? |
A27179 | did you no ● name Mistris? |
A27179 | fly a friend Unweari ● d in his study to advance you? |
A27179 | ha? |
A27179 | have ye no humanity, N ● part of men left? |
A27179 | hey pass, Presto, be gone there? |
A27179 | is''t I offend ye? |
A27179 | methought she nam''d me — Do you know me, Chick? |
A27179 | no return of moneys? |
A27179 | nor any thing, to hold my hopes up? |
A27179 | nothing but signes? |
A27179 | one that makes his trade With Oaths and perjuries? |
A27179 | or death devour''d my Factors? |
A27179 | or fire had spoil''d My ware- houses? |
A27179 | or is''t my fancy that would have it so? |
A27179 | or the sugar- chest? |
A27179 | pound or yard, You vent your C ● ntry by? |
A27179 | shall we into England? |
A27179 | stay ye, what are these then? |
A27179 | to what purpose? |
A27179 | we ha''tricks too, You stole the Lady? |
A27179 | what means this out- cry? |
A27179 | what prefi ●, If I had any private way ▪ could rise Out of my knowledge, to do thee commodity? |
A27179 | which is''t? |
A27179 | who disarm''d him? |
A27179 | why what are you? |
A27179 | yet shew it, Will ye love me, and leave that man? |
A27179 | you love no other woman? |
A27179 | ● Merchant? |
A39808 | ''T is he and Roderigo; What Peace dwells in their Faces? |
A39808 | ''T is very well, is your blood so hot, I''faith, my Minx? |
A39808 | ( aside) He''s in, and now have at him — Are you the Master, Sir? |
A39808 | ( aside) No end of my misfortunes? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. Do you sleep a Nights? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. Is there no unkindness you have receiv''d from any Friend, or Parent? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. What Ails him, who has stirr''d him? |
A39808 | 1 Gen. What flaws and gusts of Weather we have had these three days? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. Have you no fearful Dreams? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. Mercy on me, how he stares? |
A39808 | 2 Gen. You find no sickness? |
A39808 | A Boy, I think; stay, Why may not he direct us? |
A39808 | A Piece of pretty Holiness; do you shrink, my Master? |
A39808 | Abed, abed, D''ye hear? |
A39808 | Alas Sir, do you ask a Child? |
A39808 | Alas, Sir, What wou''d you have me do? |
A39808 | All? |
A39808 | Alms do you ● all it, to relieve these Rascalls? |
A39808 | Am I Fool''d on all sides? |
A39808 | An Excise man? |
A39808 | And Horses too, ha? |
A39808 | And a Sword by her side to keep the Wolves off? |
A39808 | And from thence scrambled over the Wall into the Park, and so to the Devil? |
A39808 | And have Religious Bloud hang o''re our Heads? |
A39808 | And how do you know she got out at the Garden, ha? |
A39808 | And is your Reckoning stated right with Heav''n? |
A39808 | And say Grace to boild Meat? |
A39808 | And shall I conclude my Pains? |
A39808 | And shall I have a Coach? |
A39808 | Are the Vows you have made, too mighty for you? |
A39808 | Are there any Saints that understand by sign only? |
A39808 | Are they all set? |
A39808 | Are they so fierce? |
A39808 | Are ye peeping? |
A39808 | Are ye so willing then to go? |
A39808 | Are you of this Country, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you prepar''d to dye, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you serious in this request, Sir? |
A39808 | Are you so Hot, I Faith? |
A39808 | Are your Lips Sealed, or do you scorn to Answer? |
A39808 | Ay marry Sir, where''s my Horse now? |
A39808 | Ay, a Drum; didst never see a Drum, mun? |
A39808 | Ay, but the Drum, the Drum Sir, did not you hear the Drum? |
A39808 | B ● t where are we, Curio? |
A39808 | Basto; who''s there? |
A39808 | Bear no Respect to what I seem; were I a Saint indeed, why shou''d that stagger ye? |
A39808 | But I must be an Ass: Here, Sirrah, see''em reliev''d for once; do''t effectually too; d''ye hear? |
A39808 | But hast thou any Money? |
A39808 | But how shall I recover him? |
A39808 | But what could be her business here? |
A39808 | But what if, after all, this Godly Geer, Is not so Senceless as it wou''d appear? |
A39808 | But where is she now? |
A39808 | But why shou''d I still wander thus, and be a Coxcomb, tire out my P ● ● ce and Pleasure for a Girl? |
A39808 | CAn she slip through a Key- hole? |
A39808 | Can Fools and Mad- folks then be Tutors to me? |
A39808 | Can a Father''s Nature, a Noble Father''s too? |
A39808 | Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom so fair and tender? |
A39808 | Can they feel my Sores, yet I insensible? |
A39808 | Can ye sink, Gaffer? |
A39808 | Can you be angry? |
A39808 | Can you imagine who put this Trick upon you? |
A39808 | Can''st thou Preach? |
A39808 | Canst thou shew''em me? |
A39808 | Canst thou tell me if this be the way to the Town? |
A39808 | Captain Poor- Quarter, will ye move? |
A39808 | Captain, how dost thou, Captain? |
A39808 | Come, Sir, will you retire quietly to your Chamber? |
A39808 | Come, will ye troop up, Porridge Regiment? |
A39808 | Curse on my Dulness, why did I not open this? |
A39808 | D''ye hear the Drum? |
A39808 | D''ye hear, Verdugo? |
A39808 | D''ye quarrel in my Kingdom? |
A39808 | D''ye remember Ioan, Captain? |
A39808 | Did it look noble to be o''re- laid with odds? |
A39808 | Did it seem manly in a multitude to opp ● ess you? |
A39808 | Did they seem Friends? |
A39808 | Do ye dispute, Sirrah? |
A39808 | Do ye fear the Billows? |
A39808 | Do you fear? |
A39808 | Do you find your Pennance sharp? |
A39808 | Do you hear, Master? |
A39808 | Do you make sport with their Miseries? |
A39808 | Do you need me any farther, Captain? |
A39808 | Do you perceive him now? |
A39808 | Do''s the Crack go that way, old Hunger, ha? |
A39808 | Do? |
A39808 | Does the Sea stagger ye? |
A39808 | Dost hear, Boy? |
A39808 | Dost know me? |
A39808 | Dost know what place this is, Child? |
A39808 | Dost thou dwell in Segovia, Fool? |
A39808 | Dost thou s ● e that S ● ar there? |
A39808 | Dost thou seek more Coals still to sear thy Conscience? |
A39808 | Dost thou want any thing? |
A39808 | For thy Coronation — I''ll do''t; But Mony down; dost hear? |
A39808 | Hah, more Motion yet? |
A39808 | Han''t you been Bouncing about them? |
A39808 | Hark thee, Pilgrim; wilt thou take a Spit and a Stride, and try if thou canst out- run us? |
A39808 | Hark ye young Man; Can you beat a Drum? |
A39808 | Hark you, Madam, you had a Gillian once; nimble Chaps I think we call''d her: Pray is this the Lady? |
A39808 | Has not her Father found her? |
A39808 | Hast thou any Friends, Kindred, or Alliance, or any higher Ambition than an Alms Basket? |
A39808 | Hast thou seen Rod ● ● igo lately? |
A39808 | Have I got the Itch, Scrub, or do I look like some of thy Acquaintance hung in Gibbets? |
A39808 | Have I not always serv''d you faithfully? |
A39808 | Have ye consider''d the Nature of these Men, and how they have us''d you? |
A39808 | Have ye then conspir''d ● ye Slaves? |
A39808 | Have you found your Tongue then? |
A39808 | Have you kill''d his Father, or his Mother, or strangled any of his Kindred? |
A39808 | Have you met her yet? |
A39808 | Have you ne''er heard, Sir, of the Noble Pedro yet? |
A39808 | He did not see him, did he? |
A39808 | He holds me hard; thou hast a mind to speak to me, he Weeps: What would''st thou say, my Child? |
A39808 | Here are no Souldiers, no Body from the King to Attack you, are you all mad? |
A39808 | Here''s a Halter, noble Captain, what service have you for t? |
A39808 | Hold, hold; no Civil Wars, d''ye hear? |
A39808 | How Artfully she sav''d him? |
A39808 | How I Tremble? |
A39808 | How cunningly she pleaded for him? |
A39808 | How dark and hot it is? |
A39808 | How do you like the Walks? |
A39808 | How dost thou? |
A39808 | How he Sighs? |
A39808 | How he looks? |
A39808 | How in the name of mischief got he out? |
A39808 | How is''t with the Scholar? |
A39808 | How my self from Violence? |
A39808 | How shall I Save him? |
A39808 | How steadfastly this Man looks upon me? |
A39808 | How thoughtfully he looks? |
A39808 | I fain wou''d wooe his Fancy into Peace; I see''t is much disturb''d — Will you not try to take a moment''s Rest? |
A39808 | I force her to a strong Dog, do n''t I? |
A39808 | I grant you, Roderigo is all these, and a brave Gentleman: But does it therefore follow, she must doat upon him? |
A39808 | I know what to do, I warrant ye; I''m for all fancies; I can talk to''em, and dispute if occasion be — Who lies here? |
A39808 | I never saw such Pidgeon- hearted Rogues: what Drum, you Fools? |
A39808 | I seek my self; sure, something I remember bea ● s that Motto? |
A39808 | I shall not be obey''d then? |
A39808 | I''ll Cool you, Mistriss; Must you be jumping Joan? |
A39808 | I''ll follow her, but who shall plague her Father there? |
A39808 | I''ll make him a new Mantle? |
A39808 | If Men cou''d Sail to Heav''n in Porridge- pots, with Masts of Beef and Mutton, what a Voyage shou''d I make? |
A39808 | If he''s such rare company now he''s sober, what will he be over a Bottle? |
A39808 | If it be base in Wretches low like these, what must it be in one that''s born like you? |
A39808 | If y''are prepar''d, How can you be so angry, so perplext''d? |
A39808 | Intimate? |
A39808 | Is he turn''d Changeling? |
A39808 | Is it Repentance, or a Disguise for Mischief? |
A39808 | Is it Revenge to Saint your Enemy; Clap the Dove''s, Wings of Downy Peace upon him, and let him soar to Heaven, is this Revenge? |
A39808 | Is it a Vision? |
A39808 | Is not that Pedro? |
A39808 | Is old Alphonso a- sleep? |
A39808 | Is she Invisible? |
A39808 | Is the Rogue so bold? |
A39808 | Is there any hopes; do ye think I cou''d buy my Pardon? |
A39808 | Is there not an old Gentleman come lately here? |
A39808 | Is this the Boy you''d shew me? |
A39808 | Is''t not a Fairy? |
A39808 | Is''t not a Man I force her to? |
A39808 | Is''t not so? |
A39808 | Is''t possible? |
A39808 | It is impossible: Have you seen no one yet? |
A39808 | It pleas''d me much: what cou''d it be? |
A39808 | Iuletta''s Face and Tongue; is she run mad too? |
A39808 | Iuletta, the Pilgrim, where is he? |
A39808 | Iuletta, what is there for me to be merry at? |
A39808 | Joy; why what Joy, i''th name of Venus, wou''d you have, but a Husband? |
A39808 | L ● t me see: he has a mind to be rid of her, why should not I? |
A39808 | Let me look once again; but that the Cloaths are different — Sure''t is not she — How tenderly it presses me? |
A39808 | Long here? |
A39808 | May be I love Noise? |
A39808 | Mercy on me, Sir, is''t you? |
A39808 | Must I come in too? |
A39808 | Must my good Angels wait upon him? |
A39808 | Must this Man Dye? |
A39808 | My yo, yo, yo, yo, young La- Lady is gone — Alph I know she''s gone, you Dog, but where? |
A39808 | Not a Word; Do n''t we see his Garrisons? |
A39808 | Now tell me how ye like him? |
A39808 | Now, what think you of him? |
A39808 | O, are you there Mistriss? |
A39808 | O, shall we never meet happy? |
A39808 | Obey''d? |
A39808 | Of you Sir? |
A39808 | Oh brave English Man? |
A39808 | Or does the World allure you to look back, and make you mourn the softer Hours you have lost? |
A39808 | Or has he no Sisters? |
A39808 | Or is theresome design in this? |
A39808 | Or what seems dangerous to Love and Fury? |
A39808 | Pedro: the Devil it is? |
A39808 | Pendragon was a Shentleman, mark you, Sir? |
A39808 | Pilgrim, come hither; are you a Pilgrim, Sir? |
A39808 | Pray be not angry; if he must, I''ll do it: But must he now? |
A39808 | Pray what is that, Sir? |
A39808 | Pray will ye make less stir, and see your Chamber? |
A39808 | Pray, Sir, may I sleep? |
A39808 | Pray, who was that? |
A39808 | Prethee bring me to thy Captain, where''s thy Captain, Fellow? |
A39808 | Right, a Foot, a little Foot, a young Where''s Foot? |
A39808 | Roderigo? |
A39808 | Rugged indeed; Such different Tempers, where can you ever hope to reconcile? |
A39808 | Say you so? |
A39808 | Servant? |
A39808 | Shall I Marry the Man I love? |
A39808 | Shall he die now? |
A39808 | Shall we part, and go several ways? |
A39808 | Shall we wake him before we kill him, or after? |
A39808 | She said''t was good to rub my Understanding; is''t Bread or Cheese? |
A39808 | Shews seldom alter me, Sir, pray what place is''t? |
A39808 | So, now, what art thou? |
A39808 | Stand nearer: Ha? |
A39808 | Tell me that; resolve me; Can she fly i''th Air? |
A39808 | The Boy has shaken me: What wou''dst thou have me do? |
A39808 | The Boy''s in''s Fit again: Are ye not asham''d to torment him thus? |
A39808 | The Garden, Sir, the Garden; was it so? |
A39808 | These are his Cloaths; but where''s he? |
A39808 | Those there; those things that come upon us: Did not I say these Woods had Wonder in''em? |
A39808 | Thou great Example of Humanity, dost thou forgive me? |
A39808 | Thou speak''st thou know''st not what: What dares not Woman, when she is provok''d? |
A39808 | Thy Father hates my Friends and Family; and thou hast been the Heir of all his Malice; can two such Storms then meet, and part without Kissing? |
A39808 | Was he alone? |
A39808 | We shall have Eggs then; and shall I sit upon''em? |
A39808 | Well Rascal, have you any News of her? |
A39808 | Well, how goes Disobedience to day? |
A39808 | Well, what News? |
A39808 | Wh ● t''s that it points at? |
A39808 | What Country Craver are you? |
A39808 | What Country were you born in, I pray? |
A39808 | What Danger? |
A39808 | What Devil brought thee hither? |
A39808 | What Joy have I in View? |
A39808 | What Poor attend my Charity to day, Iuletta? |
A39808 | What The Pox made thee Mad? |
A39808 | What Thieves are they, dost know? |
A39808 | What a Pox makes ye spoil company? |
A39808 | What a friendly Calm? |
A39808 | What a pox have we got here? |
A39808 | What am I? |
A39808 | What are all these here? |
A39808 | What are these? |
A39808 | What art thou? |
A39808 | What can this mean? |
A39808 | What care have ye had of that? |
A39808 | What do the Villains gaze at? |
A39808 | What do you fear? |
A39808 | What do you want, Sir? |
A39808 | What dost talk to me of noises? |
A39808 | What dost thou complain for, Boy? |
A39808 | What dost thou mean by my Chamber? |
A39808 | What else; Who dares reprieve him? |
A39808 | What has the Boy done to him? |
A39808 | What have I done to call my Truth in question? |
A39808 | What have you brought me here, So ● diers? |
A39808 | What is a Trifle? |
A39808 | What is''t that has frighted you thus out of your Senses? |
A39808 | What is''t these Strangers seem so much surpriz''d at? |
A39808 | What kind of Blessing doe''s your Devotion point at, Still more Ducking? |
A39808 | What makes her look so thoughtful? |
A39808 | What makes him here thus clad? |
A39808 | What men are these? |
A39808 | What say you, Thick- skull, which way did she get out? |
A39808 | What shall I do? |
A39808 | What shou''d a Poet do? |
A39808 | What strange Musick was that we heard far off? |
A39808 | What the Devil art thou? |
A39808 | What the Devil have you done Pilgrim, to make him rave and rage thus? |
A39808 | What the Devil would this old Spark be at? |
A39808 | What think ye of him for a sober Man now? |
A39808 | What think you now Soldiers? |
A39808 | What wou''d the Flirt have? |
A39808 | What wou''d you say, if we shou''d first begin To Stop the Trade of Love, behind the Scene: Where Actresses make bold with maried Men? |
A39808 | What wou''dst thou have, Child? |
A39808 | What would you have us do? |
A39808 | What''s his fault, Captain? |
A39808 | What''s that lies there? |
A39808 | What''s that there? |
A39808 | What''s the matter with thee, Child? |
A39808 | What''s this noise about? |
A39808 | What, do you seek, good Men? |
A39808 | What, not a Word? |
A39808 | What, what, what hast thou got in thy Head? |
A39808 | Where did she lye? |
A39808 | Where did you take him? |
A39808 | Where is she, Infamy? |
A39808 | Where is that Jewel? |
A39808 | Where is''t? |
A39808 | Where was it, Sirrah, where was it? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy you brought in e''n now? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy, ye Slut you? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy, you Blockhead you? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy? |
A39808 | Where''s the Boy? |
A39808 | Where''s thy Captain, Fellow? |
A39808 | Which is the Man, Sir? |
A39808 | Which way shall we go? |
A39808 | Whither shou''d we go? |
A39808 | Who a Vengeance looks to her? |
A39808 | Who has let the Fool loose here? |
A39808 | Who have we out now? |
A39808 | Who lay with her? |
A39808 | Who looks to the Boy? |
A39808 | Who looks to the Prentice? |
A39808 | Who robb''d you, Pilgrim? |
A39808 | Who talks of Barly? |
A39808 | Who the Devil is he? |
A39808 | Who''s that? |
A39808 | Who''s that? |
A39808 | Who''s this? |
A39808 | Why am I not obeyed? |
A39808 | Why are not these poor Wretches serv''d yet? |
A39808 | Why art thou so disturb''d at their Refusal; if''t is my Life alone ● hou''want''st, why with thy own curst hand dost thou not take it? |
A39808 | Why do you grieve? |
A39808 | Why do you not obey your Chief? |
A39808 | Why do you shun me thus? |
A39808 | Why does he look so earnestly upon me? |
A39808 | Why dost thou ask that Question? |
A39808 | Why have ye let her go, to despise and laugh at me? |
A39808 | Why, my best Boy? |
A39808 | Why? |
A39808 | Will the Boy do it? |
A39808 | Will ye sit down and sleep? |
A39808 | Will ye view our Castle? |
A39808 | Will you allow no Liberty in chusing? |
A39808 | Will you buss me, and tickle me, and make me Laugh? |
A39808 | Will you go out, and not make disturbances here? |
A39808 | Will you walk into the Cole- house, Gaffer? |
A39808 | Wilt have any Beef, Boy? |
A39808 | Wilt thou declaim in Greek? |
A39808 | With all my heart; d''ye want a band, Sir? |
A39808 | Wo''t be my Chaplain? |
A39808 | Work Sacred Innocence to be a Devil? |
A39808 | Wou''d you have Money, Sir, or Meat, or a Wench? |
A39808 | Ye are not much hurt, Sir? |
A39808 | Yes of you Sir; why, what are you Sir? |
A39808 | Yes, What do you want? |
A39808 | You are Holy Pilgrims, are you not? |
A39808 | You are Pilgrims, Sirs, Is''t not so? |
A39808 | You are a — Must I give my Money to every Rogue that carries a grave Look in''s Face? |
A39808 | You hear of no Preparations the King intends against us? |
A39808 | You stinking Whore, who did this for you? |
A39808 | You''ll give us Leave to wait upon you? |
A39808 | You''ll give us Leave to wait upon you? |
A39808 | [ to Pedro] Well, Sir, have you got your Compliments ready too, and your empty Purse? |
A39808 | a Girl that scorns me too? |
A39808 | a thing that hates me; and, consider at the best, is but a short Breakfast for a hot Appetite? |
A39808 | are ye at Murder? |
A39808 | had your Mother this excellent Virtue too? |
A39808 | handsom young Boys? |
A39808 | hav ● I split your Mizen? |
A39808 | is there ne''re a hole to creep into? |
A39808 | nothing but Motion? |
A39808 | or Scorn from what you lov''d? |
A39808 | or is it She? |
A39808 | that I shou''d be your Friend? |
A39808 | that just above the Sun? |
A39808 | use Violence to that Habit? |
A39808 | was it well? |
A39808 | what D ● ● e, Monkey, ha? |
A39808 | what a Plague did I do amongst these Rogues? |
A39808 | what can this mean? |
A39808 | what do you run from? |
A39808 | what fuel''s this to feed thy Flame? |
A39808 | what is''t that frights you thus? |
A39808 | what nothing but a bow; Modesty? |
A39808 | what''s to be done? |
A39808 | where is''t? |
A39808 | which way did he go? |
A39808 | why were not my Doors ● hut? |
A39808 | will ye give me two pence, Gaffer, and here''s a Crow Flower, and a Dazie? |
A39808 | will ye murder me? |
A39808 | ye holy Saints, can ye see that? |
A39808 | your Friend; and why your Friend, Sirrah, Meager Chaps? |
A39808 | — And what Chamber is''t thou would''st have me go quietly to? |
A39808 | — But hark ye, Sir; have ye no Boys? |
A39808 | — D''ye hear, Sir? |
A39808 | — Do ye not stir? |
A39808 | — Pray how did you get him hither? |
A39808 | — Say ye so, old Boy? |
A39808 | — The King of Spades? |
A39804 | ''T is a good Gown, a handsome one; I did but jest; Where is he? |
A39804 | ''T is any thing That has the Devil, and Death in''t: Will ye March Gentlemen? |
A39804 | ''T is he indeed; What a sweet noble sierceness Dwels in his eyes? |
A39804 | ''T is likely: How came you hither Celia? |
A39804 | ''T is true, must perish, Our lives are but our Martches to our Graves, How dost thou now Lieutenant? |
A39804 | ''t is she, the living Celia: your hand Lady? |
A39804 | 1 Gent, Do you grieve we are come off? |
A39804 | A Courtier? |
A39804 | A Devil on''t, stands this door ope for nothing? |
A39804 | A Wench the reason? |
A39804 | A coward in full blood; 〈 ◊ 〉 be plain with me, Will Roasting do thee any good? |
A39804 | A coxcombe: Now by my crown a dainty wench, a sharp wench, And a matchless spirit: how she Jeer''d''em? |
A39804 | A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: Have ye bought the embordyered gloves, and that purse for her, And the new Curle? |
A39804 | A rare way; but for all this, thou art not valiant enough to dare to see the Prince now? |
A39804 | A sree Companion for a King? |
A39804 | A stranger? |
A39804 | A trick put upon me? |
A39804 | Abuse me, and then Laugh at me too? |
A39804 | Alas good man, wouldst thou make me believe he has nothing to do with things of these worths, but wantonly to fling''em? |
A39804 | All the young Men lost? |
A39804 | All this discontent About a Wench? |
A39804 | Am I not shot? |
A39804 | Am I sure I live? |
A39804 | And I grow peevish? |
A39804 | And Sacrifice to giddy chance such Trophies? |
A39804 | And as you are noble, do you think I did this? |
A39804 | And can you love a little? |
A39804 | And dare ye sight? |
A39804 | And fight against me? |
A39804 | And gives her gifts? |
A39804 | And hast fought for thy Country? |
A39804 | And he loves tenderly? |
A39804 | And how dear Sir? |
A39804 | And how she views the place? |
A39804 | And is not seconded? |
A39804 | And not deserve your anger? |
A39804 | And now''t is ev''n too true, I feel a pricking, a pricking, a strang pricking: how it tingles? |
A39804 | And of the chaine is sent her, And the rich stuffe to make her shew more handsome here? |
A39804 | And one 〈 ◊ 〉 too? |
A39804 | And shall I know this, and stand fooling? |
A39804 | And thou most treacherous: my Fathers bawds by — they never miss course; and were these 〈 ◊ 〉 with ye? |
A39804 | And was there not a Lady, a fat Lady? |
A39804 | And were your self an honest Man? |
A39804 | And why art thou the Messenger? |
A39804 | And wilt thou ne''re fight more? |
A39804 | And with such a fame to me? |
A39804 | And ye were bravely us''d? |
A39804 | And yet it stinks much like it: out upon''t; what giants, and what dwarffs what owls and apes, what dogs, and cats it makes us? |
A39804 | Another Apparition? |
A39804 | Are all the Philters in? |
A39804 | Are the Princes come toth''Court? |
A39804 | Are there no Guns i''th door? |
A39804 | Are there not Men enough to Fight? |
A39804 | Are these your tricks? |
A39804 | Are ye pleas''d now? |
A39804 | Are you out too? |
A39804 | Are you sure she drank it? |
A39804 | Art thou not he? |
A39804 | Art thou so valiant? |
A39804 | As I live Ill''cut it off: a Pox upon it; for sure it was made for that use; Do you bring me Livories? |
A39804 | As though you know not? |
A39804 | As you are just and honest? |
A39804 | At what price? |
A39804 | Away with your Whore, A plague o''your Whore, you damn''d rogue, Now ye are cur''d and well; must ye be clicketing? |
A39804 | Away, 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 that then? |
A39804 | Be honest? |
A39804 | Before I was affraid they would have beat me; How these flies play i''th Sunshine? |
A39804 | Believe me Friend, I would not suffer now the tithe of those paines this Man feels; mark his Forehead; What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon''t? |
A39804 | Budge at this? |
A39804 | But how long will ye be away? |
A39804 | But how should he come to her? |
A39804 | But is it possible this Fellow took it? |
A39804 | But is she dead? |
A39804 | But pray tell me, do you think for certain these Ambassadors shall have this morning Audience? |
A39804 | But say I should believe: why are these sent me? |
A39804 | But why should I that lov''d him once, destroy him? |
A39804 | Can it restore me chaste, young, innocent? |
A39804 | Can she be dead? |
A39804 | Can that price purchase ye? |
A39804 | Can this show ye''T is not to die we fear, but to die poorly, To fall, forgotten, in a Multitude? |
A39804 | Can vertue fall untimely? |
A39804 | Can ye guide me to him for half an hour? |
A39804 | Can ye love me? |
A39804 | Can you endure me touch it? |
A39804 | Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour? |
A39804 | Cel Away, away, thou art some foolish fellow, and now I think thou hast stole''em too; the King sent''em? |
A39804 | Celia? |
A39804 | Chance, though she faint now, And sink below our expectations, Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her? |
A39804 | Charms, Powder, Roots? |
A39804 | Cnrl''d and Perfum''d? |
A39804 | Come, what''s the matter now? |
A39804 | Could the King sind no shape to shift his pander into, But reverend Age? |
A39804 | Cozen the world with gravity? |
A39804 | Curse o''my life: Why dost thou vex me thus? |
A39804 | Dare not Curse him? |
A39804 | Dare not I? |
A39804 | Dare not be good? |
A39804 | Dare ye fight Gentlemen? |
A39804 | Dare ye trust me? |
A39804 | Dead my poor Wench? |
A39804 | Dead? |
A39804 | Death, do not make sools 〈 ◊ 〉, Neither go to Chuech, nor tarry at home, That''s a 〈 ◊ 〉 Horn- pipe? |
A39804 | Did I not tell ye? |
A39804 | Did he drink it all? |
A39804 | Did he not beat us twice? |
A39804 | Did she keep with ye too? |
A39804 | Did you mark that blush there? |
A39804 | Did you never hear their Thunder? |
A39804 | Did you observe her Tymon? |
A39804 | Did you speak to me? |
A39804 | Did 〈 ◊ 〉 look on her Face, when ye Condemn''d her? |
A39804 | Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee? |
A39804 | Do not trifle with me? |
A39804 | Do ye know her? |
A39804 | Do ye think he''s angry? |
A39804 | Do ye understand her meaning? |
A39804 | Do you hold so slight account of a great Kings 〈 ◊ 〉, That all knees bow to purchase? |
A39804 | Do you know me? |
A39804 | Do you know who dwells above, Sir, And what they have prepar''d for Men turn''d Devils? |
A39804 | Do you look now, Lady? |
A39804 | Do you never ask who sent''em? |
A39804 | Do you take me For such a fool, I would part without that promise? |
A39804 | Do you think I may live? |
A39804 | Does he not lye i''th''King street too? |
A39804 | Dost long to be hang''d? |
A39804 | Dost think Demetrius loves her? |
A39804 | Dost thou Laugh too, thou base Woman? |
A39804 | Dye like a Dog? |
A39804 | Faith''t was well done;''T was bravely done; Was''t not a noble part, Sir? |
A39804 | Fear your great Master? |
A39804 | Fetch him off, fetch him off, I am sure he''s clouted; Did I not tell you how''t would take? |
A39804 | Fie Celia, This ill becomes the noble love you bear me; Would you have your Love a Coward? |
A39804 | Fie, Sweet, What make you here? |
A39804 | Fie, fie, who waits i''th''Wardrobe? |
A39804 | For Heaven sake Delude mine eyes no longer: How came ye off? |
A39804 | For look you if a great man, say the King now should come and visit me? |
A39804 | For what Lieutenant? |
A39804 | Fye on 〈 ◊ 〉 Bawling Drums: I am sure you''ll kiss me, But one Kiss? |
A39804 | Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in''t; do you hold me faithful? |
A39804 | H''as given a charge that none shall, Nor none shall come within the hearing of him: Dare ye go forward? |
A39804 | Ha? |
A39804 | Ha? |
A39804 | Ha? |
A39804 | Had she the plate? |
A39804 | Has he gather''d up the end on''s wits again? |
A39804 | Hast thou clean forgot the VVars? |
A39804 | Have I yet left a Beauty to Catch Fools? |
A39804 | Have we forgot to dye? |
A39804 | Have ye blood and spirit in ye? |
A39804 | Have ye gotten a toy in your heels? |
A39804 | Have ye written to Merione? |
A39804 | Have you put the youths upon her? |
A39804 | He does not follow us? |
A39804 | He is here; How do you Sir? |
A39804 | He looks as though he were Bepist: Do you love me Sir? |
A39804 | He''s the Son of a Whore denies this: VVill that satisfie ye? |
A39804 | Her very eyes are alter''d: Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet — And what were those came for ye? |
A39804 | Here lies the pain now: How he is swell''d? |
A39804 | Here, here: where''s the sick Gentleman? |
A39804 | Hither do you say she is come? |
A39804 | How came she thus? |
A39804 | How came ye by this brave gown? |
A39804 | How carelesly she scoff''d''em? |
A39804 | How cheerfully she looks? |
A39804 | How comes this Larum up then? |
A39804 | How do ye Sir? |
A39804 | How does your Grace? |
A39804 | How dost thou good Lieutenant? |
A39804 | How he surveys me round? |
A39804 | How heartily he weeps now? |
A39804 | How if I kill him? |
A39804 | How know ye that? |
A39804 | How lookt he then, when with a poison''d Tooth he bit mine honour? |
A39804 | How now Gentlemen? |
A39804 | How now Leonitus, Where''s my Son? |
A39804 | How now Lieutenant? |
A39804 | How now, how does he? |
A39804 | How now? |
A39804 | How now? |
A39804 | How scap''t ye, noble Friends? |
A39804 | How shall I keep her off me? |
A39804 | How she 〈 ◊ 〉 all? |
A39804 | How shews she in her trim now? |
A39804 | How stands the Enemy? |
A39804 | How works it with her? |
A39804 | How 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 upon her? |
A39804 | How''s this? |
A39804 | How? |
A39804 | How? |
A39804 | I am reading, Sir, of a short Treatise here, that''s call''d the Vanity of 〈 ◊ 〉: Has your Grace seen it? |
A39804 | I am sorry, the Court shall be brought to you then: how now, who is''t? |
A39804 | I am sure''t is true: Lieutenant, canst thou drink well? |
A39804 | I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye: catch''d with a trick? |
A39804 | I do not abuse ye: Is it abuse to give him Drink that''s Thirsty? |
A39804 | I ever told ye, This Man was never Cur''d, I see it too plain now; How do you feel your self? |
A39804 | I fear too full indeed: what Ladies are there? |
A39804 | I feel no great pain, at least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly I grow extreamely faint: how cold I sweat now? |
A39804 | I find a notable volume here, a learned one; which way? |
A39804 | I have done, Sir: You will not miss? |
A39804 | I have it, again I have it; How it grows upon me? |
A39804 | I hear that too, But that''s no matter; Am I alter''d well? |
A39804 | I hope you were obedient? |
A39804 | I know thou meanst Demetrius, dost thou not? |
A39804 | I mean, sell''em here, Sir? |
A39804 | I thank ye; I am glad I have so good a subject: But pray ye tell me, How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter? |
A39804 | I will be hang''d then Lady, Are ye a Coward now? |
A39804 | I would do more then these: But prithee tell me, Tell me, my Faire, Where got''st thou this Male Spirit? |
A39804 | I''ll 〈 ◊ 〉 him our 〈 ◊ 〉 VVhen''s the King''s Birth- day? |
A39804 | If I stay longer I shall number as many lovers as 〈 ◊ 〉 did; How they flock after me? |
A39804 | If her youth err''d, Was there no mercy shown her? |
A39804 | Is he come home? |
A39804 | Is he so cunning? |
A39804 | Is it from any stranger? |
A39804 | Is not the Devil in him? |
A39804 | Is she gone? |
A39804 | Is she so excellent handsome? |
A39804 | Is that a want, Sir? |
A39804 | Is that the cause on''t? |
A39804 | Is there any thing In these mens Faces, or their Masters actions Able to work such wonders? |
A39804 | Is there no modestie? |
A39804 | Is this a fit love for the Prince? |
A39804 | Is this a season, When honour pricks ye on, to prick your 〈 ◊ 〉 up After your Whore, your Hobby- Horse? |
A39804 | Is this the peace? |
A39804 | Is''t come to that again? |
A39804 | Is''t not a Pleurisie? |
A39804 | It may be to her sight: What are you nearer? |
A39804 | It takes believe it; how like an asse he looks? |
A39804 | Kill him? |
A39804 | Kind Men? |
A39804 | Lady, look on''em wisely, and then consider who can send such as these, but a King only? |
A39804 | Leontius, what''s the matter? |
A39804 | Let the Battels now move forward, Our self will give the Signal: Now Herold, What''s your Message? |
A39804 | Let this day set, but not the Memory, And we shall find a time: How now Lieutenant? |
A39804 | Let''s in, and see this miracle? |
A39804 | Life, how looks this Man? |
A39804 | Lord what aile I, that I have no mind to sight now? |
A39804 | Lord, shall we never have any case in this World? |
A39804 | Lose me? |
A39804 | May be, commanded too? |
A39804 | Mercy upon ye, What ayle ye, Sir?'' |
A39804 | Monstrous Jealous: Have I liv''d at the rate of these scorn''d questions? |
A39804 | More cloathes? |
A39804 | Must these examine what the Wills of Kings are? |
A39804 | Must these hold pace with us, And on the same Field hang their Memories? |
A39804 | Must ye needs go? |
A39804 | My Father brought her hither? |
A39804 | My Father found her? |
A39804 | My Father found her? |
A39804 | My Lodgings? |
A39804 | My Servants, and my State: Lord, how they flock now? |
A39804 | NO aptness in her? |
A39804 | Name it no more Sir; this is no time to entertain such sorrows; Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince, and wait upon him? |
A39804 | No face of sorrow for this loss? |
A39804 | No, not a drop: what shall become of me now? |
A39804 | None but your Father''s Son, durst call me so,''Death if he did — Must I be scandal''d by ye, That hedg''d in all the helps I had to save ye? |
A39804 | Nor cut a peeces? |
A39804 | Nor never be sick again? |
A39804 | Not the Prince, Madam? |
A39804 | Now Princes, your demands? |
A39804 | Now Sir, Do you find this truth? |
A39804 | Now, For this preparation: where''s Leontius? |
A39804 | O Hercules, Who sayes you do Sir? |
A39804 | O matchless sweetness, whither art thou vanished? |
A39804 | O sacred Sir: Dead did you say? |
A39804 | O thou fair soul of all thy Sex, what Paradise hast thou inrich''d and blest? |
A39804 | O you will make some other happy? |
A39804 | O''twas a fire- shovel: Now I''ll knock louder; if he say who''s there? |
A39804 | Of what? |
A39804 | Once more sir, We aske your resolutions: peace or war yet? |
A39804 | Peace a little, where did I lose ye? |
A39804 | Poor Coxcomb: why do I aim at thee? |
A39804 | Powtings, and Gifts? |
A39804 | Pray heaven he speaks in a low voice now to comfort me: I feel I have no heart to''t: — Is''t well, Gentlemen? |
A39804 | Pray where''s the Woman came along? |
A39804 | Prescribe to their designs, and chain their Actions To their Restraints? |
A39804 | Prethee be gone thou and thy honest Neighbours, thou look''st like an Ass; why, Whether would you Fish- Face? |
A39804 | Prethee be well, and tell me, did he speak of me, since he came? |
A39804 | Prethee resolve me one thing, do''s the King love thee? |
A39804 | Prithee do not abuse me: Is he come home indeed? |
A39804 | Prithee hold thy Peace: Who calls thee to Counsel? |
A39804 | Prithee speak softly, How does she take her comming? |
A39804 | Prithee, my best Leucippe, ther''s much hangs on''t, lodg''d at the end of Marse''s street? |
A39804 | Purge me to what I was? |
A39804 | Quick, good Governess: Fie on''t, How beastly it becomes me? |
A39804 | ROund, round, perfume it round, quick, look ye diligently the state be right; Are these the Richest Cushions? |
A39804 | Redeem? |
A39804 | Rogue, What a Name hast thou lost? |
A39804 | Said ye not so? |
A39804 | Say I should force ye? |
A39804 | Send out their Thunders, and their Menaces, As if the fate of Mortal things were theirs? |
A39804 | Set''em off, Lady? |
A39804 | Shall then that thing that honours thee? |
A39804 | Shame light on thee, How came this Whore into thy head? |
A39804 | Shame on''t, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely; If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight; a wooden ass; whine for a Wench? |
A39804 | She has drencht me now; now I admire her goodness; so young, so nobly strong, I never tasted: Can nothing in the power of Kings perswade ye? |
A39804 | She knows not of the Prince? |
A39804 | She studies to undo the Court, to plant here The enemy to our Age, Chastity? |
A39804 | She will come? |
A39804 | Sing? |
A39804 | Sir, Sir, will''t please you hear Sir? |
A39804 | Smell him? |
A39804 | Sold for a prisoner? |
A39804 | Stales to catch Kites? |
A39804 | Stay, have you any hope? |
A39804 | Stay, who are these? |
A39804 | Stinks like a dead Dog, Carrion — There''s no such damnable smell under Heaven, as the faint sweat of a Coward: Will ye sight yet? |
A39804 | Sure I am 〈 ◊ 〉 then: Pray where''s the Prince? |
A39804 | Take breath; you are fat and many words may melt ye, this is three Bawds beaten into one; bless me heaven, what shall become of me? |
A39804 | That I''ll say for thee, and as fit thou art for her, Let her be mew''d or stopt: How is it Gentlemen? |
A39804 | That have not so much Manly suff''rance left ye, To bear a Loss? |
A39804 | That in the Bowl? |
A39804 | That in the midst of thy most hellish pains, when thou wert crawling sick, didst aim at wonders, when thou wert mad with pain? |
A39804 | That thing? |
A39804 | That you have done already, You need no other Armes to me, but these Sir; But will you fight your self Sir? |
A39804 | That, where there was a valiant weapon stirring, Both search''d it out, and singl''d it, unedg''d it, For fear it should bite you, Am I a Coward? |
A39804 | The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse- quarter? |
A39804 | The Devil choak him; I am undone: h''as twenty Devils in him; undone for ever, left he none? |
A39804 | The King is coming, and shall we have an Agent from the Suburbs come to crave Audience too? |
A39804 | The Kings device? |
A39804 | The Prince has been upon him, what a flatten face he has now? |
A39804 | Then can these, Sir, These precious things, the price of youth and beauty; This shop here of sin- offerings set me off again? |
A39804 | There is not, There can not be, six days and never see me? |
A39804 | There lies the matter: VVill he admit none to come to comfort him? |
A39804 | There''s the matter, there''s the main doctrin now, and I may miss it; Or a kind hansome Gentleman? |
A39804 | These being granted; Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? |
A39804 | They shall have it: Lord, that you live at Court and understand not? |
A39804 | This Whore Sir? |
A39804 | This is a poor one: alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels? |
A39804 | This way Madam? |
A39804 | Thou wentest along the journey, How canst thou tell? |
A39804 | Thou wouldst not hurt me? |
A39804 | Through my dear love to you: I have not seen ye, And how can I live then? |
A39804 | To what use? |
A39804 | Toth''Court wench? |
A39804 | Toth''Court? |
A39804 | Toth''Court? |
A39804 | True Lady such a kindness, what shall that kindness be now? |
A39804 | Unransom''d was it? |
A39804 | Upon what necessity? |
A39804 | VVhat 〈 ◊ 〉 this mean? |
A39804 | VVill nothing wring you then do you think? |
A39804 | VVill she not yield? |
A39804 | VVill you be my Queen? |
A39804 | VVill you walk this way, And take the sweets o th''Garden? |
A39804 | Very well still: they do not use to fall out? |
A39804 | Very well then: What 〈 ◊ 〉 copulation are you privie too Between these two? |
A39804 | WHat have ye found her out? |
A39804 | Was it toth''Court thou saidst? |
A39804 | Was there no pity Sir? |
A39804 | We know what will do it, without your aim, good Woman: What do you pitch her at? |
A39804 | Well consider''d, are you my servants? |
A39804 | Well remembred; And did I seem so young and amiable to ye? |
A39804 | Well, go thy ways, of all the lusty lovers that e''re I saw — wilt have another potion? |
A39804 | Were I a Man? |
A39804 | What Honour won? |
A39804 | What Noise is this? |
A39804 | What Sir? |
A39804 | What Woman? |
A39804 | What a Devil ails the Woman? |
A39804 | What a Devil ails thee? |
A39804 | What a Devil hast thou to do with me or my honesty? |
A39804 | What a Parting''s this? |
A39804 | What a brave considence flowes from his spirit? |
A39804 | What ails the Fool? |
A39804 | What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine? |
A39804 | What didst thou wish prithee? |
A39804 | What do you make so dainty on''t? |
A39804 | What does she there? |
A39804 | What have I to do how he looks? |
A39804 | What have you dispatcht there? |
A39804 | What heat is this? |
A39804 | What if it be I pray ye? |
A39804 | What is it not the cause of but bear- baitings? |
A39804 | What is this Woman? |
A39804 | What means the Prince now? |
A39804 | What noise is that there? |
A39804 | What other light have I left? |
A39804 | What saist thou now Lieutenant? |
A39804 | What shall I do? |
A39804 | What shall become of me? |
A39804 | What should I look on? |
A39804 | What thing? |
A39804 | What way? |
A39804 | What will this mean? |
A39804 | What will this prove too? |
A39804 | What would these look like if my Love were here? |
A39804 | What would you give for more now? |
A39804 | What would you have? |
A39804 | What''s all this matter? |
A39804 | What''s all this stir, Lieutenant? |
A39804 | What''s now your Grief, Demetrius? |
A39804 | What''s that i''th''Bowl? |
A39804 | What''s that to my desire? |
A39804 | What''s that ye look at, Princes? |
A39804 | What''s that? |
A39804 | What''s your Name, Sister? |
A39804 | What''s your business? |
A39804 | What? |
A39804 | When comes she? |
A39804 | When shall I get a Surgeon? |
A39804 | When would he weep for me thus? |
A39804 | Where abouts was it? |
A39804 | Where are my honourable Ladies? |
A39804 | Where is she now? |
A39804 | Where is she? |
A39804 | Where is this Wench; good Colonel? |
A39804 | Where lies the Enemy? |
A39804 | Who are these now? |
A39804 | Who commands Sir? |
A39804 | Who shall commend their Clothes: who shall take notice of the most wise behaviour of their Feathers? |
A39804 | Who should report then the Embassadors were handsome Men? |
A39804 | Who waits 〈 ◊ 〉 her? |
A39804 | Who''s that talks of a Wench there? |
A39804 | Who''s that that mocks me? |
A39804 | Who''s that? |
A39804 | Whose Nobleness dare feel no want, but Enemies? |
A39804 | Why are Eyes set on these, and Multitudes Follow to make these Wonders? |
A39804 | Why did you tell me Sir? |
A39804 | Why look ye now: What a strange Man are you? |
A39804 | Why might she not be false and treacherous to me? |
A39804 | Why what''s the matter? |
A39804 | Why, that Sir, Do not you smell him? |
A39804 | Why, this is above Ela? |
A39804 | Why, whether would you all press? |
A39804 | Why? |
A39804 | Why? |
A39804 | Will he speak yet? |
A39804 | Will this faith satisfie your folly? |
A39804 | Will ye be merry then? |
A39804 | Will ye but let me know her? |
A39804 | Will ye lose all? |
A39804 | Will you be jogging, good nimble Tongue? |
A39804 | Will you go forward? |
A39804 | Wilt thou do one thing for me? |
A39804 | With valour 〈 ◊ 〉 he strook me, then with honour: That stroak Leontius, that stroak, do''st thou not feel it? |
A39804 | Would ye ought with us, good Woman? |
A39804 | Would you have all these slighted? |
A39804 | Wouldst have it thus? |
A39804 | Ye are a tall Soldier: Here, take these, and these; this Gold to furnish ye, and keep this Bracelet; Why do you weep now? |
A39804 | Ye shall hear more within this hour? |
A39804 | Yes, and presently, But who thinks you commands now? |
A39804 | You a Masculine Spirit? |
A39804 | You are not Mad sure? |
A39804 | You are short and pithy; What must my beauty do for these? |
A39804 | You are well known here then? |
A39804 | You can help me? |
A39804 | You can not rogues, Till you have my diseases, flie my furie, Ye bread and butter rogues, do ye run from me? |
A39804 | You have it: Does it please you? |
A39804 | You have not brought him? |
A39804 | You know for whom she is? |
A39804 | You know my nature is too easie, Governess, And you know now, I am sorry too: how does he? |
A39804 | You may be good enough for such a purpose: When was the Prince with her? |
A39804 | You must not: I shall tell you then, And tell you true, that Man''s unsit to govern, That can not guide himself: You lead an Army? |
A39804 | You never saw the wars yet? |
A39804 | You shall not have your will, sirrah, are ye running? |
A39804 | You want Clothes; Is it such a heinous sin I beseech ye, to see you stor''d? |
A39804 | You''ll grant me the Prince loves her? |
A39804 | Your fair hands, Lady? |
A39804 | Your name sweet Lady? |
A39804 | a Souldier? |
A39804 | add to my memory An honest and a noble fame? |
A39804 | and found so by my Father? |
A39804 | and one so like himself too? |
A39804 | and what Star reigns now Gentlemen we have such Prodigies? |
A39804 | and when you crown your swelling Cups to Fortune, What honourable Tongue can sing my Story? |
A39804 | and where begins my penance? |
A39804 | and, to what beauty can they be oblations, but only yours? |
A39804 | are ye alive? |
A39804 | be Friends, and Foes when they please? |
A39804 | but how comes this? |
A39804 | dare you trust your Souldier? |
A39804 | do you want money? |
A39804 | fling thy Sword from thee? |
A39804 | for I would fain be in my chamber; in truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; sie, how hot the air beats on me? |
A39804 | for 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 Sir, what office do I bear here? |
A39804 | give our Countryes from us? |
A39804 | good sweet governess: did he but name his Celia? |
A39804 | had he no where else to swound? |
A39804 | have I restor''d ye that? |
A39804 | have you got your heart again? |
A39804 | he that sent it? |
A39804 | his Beard a neat one? |
A39804 | his Legs, tho little ones, yet movers of a Mass of Understanding? |
A39804 | how do my cloaths become me? |
A39804 | how is it man? |
A39804 | it may be the Collick: Canst thou blow backward? |
A39804 | look upon me, upon my faith I meant no harm: here, take this, and buy thy self some trifles: did a good Girle? |
A39804 | my fellow Door- keeper? |
A39804 | my joy, pluckt green with violence: O fair sweet flower, farewell? |
A39804 | my poor 〈 ◊ 〉, What triumph? |
A39804 | nay, see now, if thou wilt leave this tyranny? |
A39804 | now I begin to smell it abominable musty; Will ye help me? |
A39804 | now, what service will win her love again? |
A39804 | on faith in this fair Sex? |
A39804 | or are our Vertues Less in Afflictions constant, than our Fortunes? |
A39804 | or thus? |
A39804 | or yours? |
A39804 | poorly? |
A39804 | pray ye a word Leontius, pray a word with ye, Lysimachus? |
A39804 | sit hard here, and like a Snail curl round about 〈 ◊ 〉 Conscience, biting and stinging: VVill you not roar too late then? |
A39804 | still molested? |
A39804 | still troubled? |
A39804 | sure he loves me; his vow was made against it, and mine with him: At least while this King liv''d: he will come hither, and see me ere I go? |
A39804 | sure he will see me if he be come, he must: Hark ye Governess, what age is the King of? |
A39804 | sweet Prince, the cause? |
A39804 | the fire of his eyes quicker then Lightning, and when it breaks, as blasting? |
A39804 | this can not down: what should I do there? |
A39804 | this stumbles me: art sure for me, wench, this preperation is? |
A39804 | to what end shall I turn me? |
A39804 | traitours to those that feed us, Our Gods and people? |
A39804 | went she willingly? |
A39804 | what are these; new projects? |
A39804 | what may the meaning be? |
A39804 | wherefore? |
A39804 | who art thou? |
A39804 | who charged first? |
A39804 | who keeps the outward door there? |
A39804 | why should I think so? |
A39804 | why should he on a sudden change his mind thus, and not make me acquainted? |
A39804 | wondrous Gallant: Did my Father send for ye? |
A39804 | you both knew mine Enanthe, I lost in Antioch, when the Town was taken, mine Uncle slain, Antigonus had the sack on''t? |
A39804 | you durst once even with all you had: your love Sir? |
A39804 | you look not perfect: How dull his eyes hangs? |
A39804 | your Grace, I''ll look again, what''s that? |
A39804 | yours? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 on the 〈 ◊ 〉 of 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 thou been with thy wife? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 thou forget this, and decline so wretchedly, To eat the Bread of Bawdry, of base Bawdry? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 the 〈 ◊ 〉? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 eyes abuse me? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 Sir? |
A39804 | 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉 〈 ◊ 〉, when I call at your VVindow? |