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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A67340 | s.n.,[ London? |
A67350 | [ London? |
A67354 | Can such a pile from Ruine rise? |
A36701 | ( 5) How shall I then begin or where conclude, To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A36701 | For in a round what order can be shew''d, Where ● ll the parts so equalperfect are? |
A36701 | They throng''d so close, that nought else could be seen Scarce any common Sky did come between What shall I say, or where begin? |
A67338 | :[ 1660?] |
A67338 | Dring,[ London?] |
A67351 | For in a round what order can be shew''d, Where all the parts so equall perfect are? |
A67351 | How shall I then begin, or where conclude To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A67351 | What shall I say, or where begin? |
A67333 | But, Mr. Speaker, whilst these men have thus bent their Witts, against the Law of their Country; have they not neglected their own profession? |
A67333 | What Tares are grown up in the field, wch they should have tilled? |
A67333 | [ 2], 6 p. Printed for Richard Smithers,[ London?] |
A67335 | But who can always on the Billows ly? |
A67335 | Or what Defence against Him can they make, Who at such distance does their Country shake? |
A67335 | Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made, To have his Blood on such an Altar laid? |
A67339 | And practice first over your self to raign? |
A67339 | How such a Ruling- spirit you could restrain? |
A67339 | Oft have we wonder''d how you hid in Peace A minde proportion''d to such things as these? |
A67332 | As Ivy thrives, which on the Oak takes hold, So with the Prophets may her lines grow old, If they should dye, who can the World forgive? |
A67332 | But on so vast a subject, who can find Words that may reach th''Ideas of his mind? |
A67332 | He that alone, would wise and mighty be, Commands that others Love, as well as he: Love as he Lov''d, how can we soare so high? |
A67332 | Our Language fails, or if it could supply, What Mortal Thought can raise it self so high? |
A67332 | What Mortal can with Heav''n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair? |
A67332 | What endless War would Jealous Nations tear, If none above, did witness what they swear? |
A67332 | Yet if they still divert us with their Rage, What may be hop''d for in a better Age? |
A67357 | And can we blame the King if He desires shelter from such a storme? |
A67357 | are my Exchequers at all larger? |
A44464 | Can Verses writ by such an Author live? |
A44464 | Give Poets leave to make themselves away, Why should it be a greater sin to kill, Then to keep Men alive against their will? |
A44464 | In Plautus or Caecilius? |
A44464 | The laboring mountain scarce brings forth a mouse ▪ How far is this from the Meonian Stile? |
A44464 | Why is he honour''d with a Poets Name, Who neither knows, nor would observe a Rule? |
A44464 | Why should I Be envy''d for the little I Invent, When Ennius and Cato''s copious Stile Have so enrich''d, and so adorn''d our Tongue? |
A37178 | And how can these Pilots steddily maintain their Course to the Land of Peace and Plenty, since they are often divided at the Helm? |
A37178 | And why I more especially made my task an Heroick Poem? |
A37178 | Do not our Divines( excepting the stile) do the same, and by us that are of the same Religion can not justly be reprehended for it? |
A37178 | and who so guided can suspect his safety, even when he travels through the Enemy''s countrey? |
A80112 | Are thred- bare Virtues Ornaments for Kings? |
A80112 | Cubs did''st thou call them? |
A80112 | Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or by Sword? |
A80112 | For in a round, what order can be shew''d, Where all the parts so equal perfect are? |
A80112 | Hath Blood him away, as his Crown he convey''d? |
A80112 | How oft have I him to himself restor''d, In''s left the Scale, in''s right hand plac''d the Sword? |
A80112 | Oh mighty Queen, why so untimely drest? |
A80112 | Or have you to the Compter remov''d him for Debt? |
A80112 | Or is he in his Cabal in his — set? |
A80112 | Or is he to Clayton''s gone in Masquerade? |
A80112 | Shall they e''re dare to think they shall decide The Way to Heaven, and who shall be my Guide? |
A80112 | Shall they pretend to say, That Bread is Bread, Or there''s no Purgatory for the Dead? |
A80112 | Taught him their use, what dangers would ensue, To them who strive to separate these two? |
A80112 | That Extream Unction is but common Oyl, And not Infallibly the Roman Spoil? |
A80112 | V. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, To draw a Fame so truly Circular? |
A80112 | What fatal Crimes make you for ever fly Your once loved Court and Martyrs Progeny? |
A80112 | What mighty Pow''r hath forc''d me from my rest? |
A80112 | Who e''re grew great by keeping of his Word? |
A37541 | But if this little one could do so much, What will the next? |
A37541 | Canst thou describe the empty shifts are made, Like that which Dealers call, Forcing of Trade? |
A37541 | Didst thou e`er see Rome? |
A37541 | KEndal is dead, and Cambridge riding post? |
A37541 | PAinter, VVhere wast thy former work did cease? |
A37541 | Painter, hast travell''d? |
A37541 | See, canst thou ken the Scots frowns? |
A37541 | Shall it be Pope, or Turk, or Prince, or Nun? |
A37541 | Stay Painter, here a while, and I will stay; Nor vex the future Times with my survey: Seest not the Monky Dutchess all undrest? |
A37541 | That fam ▪ d piece there, Angelo''s Day of Doom? |
A37541 | VVhat fitter Sacrifice for Denham''s Ghost? |
A37541 | War, Fire, and Plague against us all conspire; We the War, God the Plague, who rais''d the Fire? |
A37541 | What`s worse, th` Ejection, or the Massacre? |
A37541 | Where are you now, De Ruyter, with your Bears? |
A37541 | Who would set up Wars Trade that means to thrive? |
A37541 | Why wilt thou that state- Daedalus allow, Who builds the Bull, a Labrinth and a Cow? |
A37541 | With friends or foes what would we more condition? |
A37541 | ● anst thou not on the Change make Merchants grin ● ike outward smiles, whiles vexing thoughts within? |
A67349 | A Subject should be heard before he''s slain: And does less right belong to us that Reign? |
A67349 | And rob your Country of her chiefest good? |
A67349 | But say we are to live elsewhere, What has the Innocent to fear? |
A67349 | But should a Prince, because he does comply With one, that''s fair, and not unwilling, dye? |
A67349 | But( Mr. Speaker) whilst these men have thus bent their Wits against the Law of their Country, have they not neglected their own Profession? |
A67349 | By what new Gods, Amintor, will you swear? |
A67349 | Can I be treated worse below, Than here? |
A67349 | Can you expect, that she should be so sage To rule her blood, and you not rule your rage? |
A67349 | Can you find room for one so bad as I, That humbly begs she may among you dye? |
A67349 | Happy this Isle, with such a Hero blest; What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast? |
A67349 | Heav''n would ensnare us — who can scape, When fatal things have such a shape? |
A67349 | How shall I look upon that noble Youth, So full of Patience, Loyalty, and Truth? |
A67349 | Let your great heart a gracious motion feel: Is''t not enough, you see Melantius kneel? |
A67349 | Me for what nobler use can you reserve, Than thus the Crown from danger to preserve? |
A67349 | Or is it fit the people should be taught Your Sisters frailty, with my Brothers fault? |
A67349 | Reward a Souldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race, and yet securely Reign? |
A67349 | Shall Princes then, that are but Gods of clay, Think they may safely with our honour play? |
A67349 | The King has wrong''d you: Is it just that yo ● Mischief to me and the whole Nation do? |
A67349 | The pow''r of Princes Armies overthrows: What can our Sex against such force oppose? |
A67349 | Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye: And yet they Couple — Can they know Love, without knowing Sorrow too? |
A67349 | What Tares are grown up in the Field which they should have Tilled? |
A67349 | What double Cruelty is this? |
A67349 | What may we not expect from such a hand, That has, with Books, Himself at free Command? |
A67349 | Why did not you your own sierce hand employ, As I do mine, and tell the reason why? |
A67349 | Why should she use Her Pen to me? |
A67349 | Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood? |
A67349 | Would you That made me wretched, keep me always so? |
A67349 | for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met? |
A67349 | or more unjustly? |
A65123 | And Carthage build, forgetfull of your Troy? |
A65123 | And some proud Prince in wild Numidia born Pray to a ● cept me and forget my scorn? |
A65123 | Bands hardly forced from their native place? |
A65123 | But this resolv''d, what way is left t''infuse Th''unhappy Queen with this unwelcome news? |
A65123 | Can we not have recourse to arms? |
A65123 | Canst thou indulge thy sleep? |
A65123 | Could thy dissembling heart consent to fly This Hated Land in cruell secrecy? |
A65123 | Did he let fall one pittying word, one tear? |
A65123 | How deep thy sighs? |
A65123 | Is not enough by sad experience known, The perjur''d race of false Laomedon? |
A65123 | Is this our pay, our recompence, while we Consume our flocks in sacrifice to thee? |
A65123 | May we not now ● ixe on eternall peace? |
A65123 | Nor better guard in such great danger keep, Mad by neglect to lose so fair a wind? |
A65123 | Nor give admittance to a pleasing guest? |
A65123 | Nor spare one word? |
A65123 | Or did he with one sigh my passion hear? |
A65123 | Or shall I with th''ungratefull Trojan goe, Quit all my state, and waite upon my Foe? |
A65123 | Or till Iarbus do in fetters Lead The proud despiser of his love and bed? |
A65123 | Perfidious man, canst thou so soon remove The bands of vows, and dearer bands of Love? |
A65123 | Shall I attend Pigmalion''s cruelty? |
A65123 | Suppose there had bin doubt in the successe What could I fear of all left comfortless? |
A65123 | VVhom dost thou flye? |
A65123 | What have I left, or whither shall I fly? |
A65123 | What shall I do? |
A65123 | What though no prayrs have yet had power to move Your thoughts to entertain a second love; Yet vvill you now with your own heart contest? |
A65123 | What were thy thoughts, sad Dido, on that day? |
A65123 | Where am I now? |
A65123 | Why did I not on slaine Iulus feast And at that banquet make the Father guest? |
A65123 | Why was I not invited to thy fate, Nor made thy Partner in thy worst estate? |
A65123 | Why yet in Winter to the storming Maine Dost thou expose thy wandring slcet again? |
A65123 | With my Sidonians shall I give them chase? |
A65123 | alass what words are these How late this hope? |
A65123 | did now the Antient Ilium stand, Were this a time through hazards such as these To seek thy Troy through Winter winds and Seas? |
A65123 | didst thou not seek a land Unknown? |
A65123 | doth care of humane fate Disturb the calmenesse of th''Immortall State? |
A65123 | if we Desire at last to rest in Italy? |
A65123 | nor shed one tear to save My Life descending to the cruell grave? |
A65123 | not burn this wicked fleet? |
A65123 | not meet This fraud with fraud? |
A65123 | or doth in vain our fear Ascribe just vengeance to the Thunderer? |
A65123 | saies she, was this fraud for me These altars drest, for such a tragedy? |
A65123 | think you that the dead In their cold urns welcome the tears we shead? |
A65123 | who can resist thy sway? |
A67331 | Amoret, my lovely foe, Tell mee where thy strength does lie, Where the power that charmes us so, In thy Soule, or in thy eye? |
A67331 | Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight, What envious power has plac''t this glorious light? |
A67331 | Blessings may be repeated, while they cloy, But shall we starve, cause surfeiting destroy? |
A67331 | Could wee( which wee never can) Stretch our lives beyond their span? |
A67331 | Hast thou not read of fairy Arthurs shield, Which but disclos''d, amaz''d the weaker eyes Of proudest foe, and won the doubtfull field? |
A67331 | How can the joy or hope which you allow Be stiled vertuous, and the end not so? |
A67331 | How could the Youth alas, but bend When his whole heaven upon him lean''d? |
A67331 | How false is hope, and how regardlesse fate, That such a love should have so short a date? |
A67331 | In answer to,& c. VVHat ● ury has provok''t thy wit to da ● e with Diomed, to wound the queen of love Thy mistris envy, or thine owne detpair? |
A67331 | In goodly prospects who contracts the space, O ● ● akes not all the bounty of the place? |
A67331 | Loves so prof ● st, why dost thou falsely faine Thy selfe a Sidney? |
A67331 | May not a thousand dangers sleep In the smooth bosome of this deep? |
A67331 | Or thus with- held, what hasty soule would go, Though to the blest, ore young Adonis so? |
A67331 | Or why did you so much regard the wind? |
A67331 | PHillis, why should wee delay Pleasures shorter then the day? |
A67331 | Playes and Romances read, and seen, do fall In our opinions, yet not seen at all: Whom would they please? |
A67331 | SONG SAy lovely dreame, where couldst thou find ● Shades to counterfeit that face? |
A67331 | SUch Hellen was, and who can blame the Boy, That in so bright a flame consum''d his Troy? |
A67331 | Say( Sacred Bard) what could bestow Courage on thee, to ● oare so high? |
A67331 | Shall grief contract the largenesse of that heart, In which nor fear not anger ha ● a part? |
A67331 | Should you no honey vow to taste, But what the Master Bees have plac''t In compasse of their cells, how small A portion to your share would fall? |
A67331 | So earnest with thy God, can no new care: No sense of danger interrupt thy prayer? |
A67331 | Such reall pleasures, such true joyes suspence, What dream can I present to recompence? |
A67331 | TEll me lovely loving paire, Why so kinde, and so severe? |
A67331 | Tell me ●( brave Friend) what help''d thee so To shake off all mortality? |
A67331 | VVHy came I so untimely forth Into a world which wanting thee Could entertaine us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? |
A67331 | What tares are growne up in the field, which they should have tilled? |
A67331 | What though hee frown, and to tumult do incline, Thou the flame, Kindled in his breast can''st tame, With that snow which unmelted lies on thine? |
A67331 | What 〈 ◊ 〉 of our feeble race, Or dogs dare such a 〈 ◊ 〉 chase? |
A67331 | Why so carelesse of our care, Only to prove your selves so deare? |
A67331 | Why was her joy in Belgia confin''d? |
A67331 | Yet who can tax thy blamelesle skill, Though thy good hand had failed still? |
A67331 | to an Heroick tale, Would you not listen, least it should grow stale? |
A67331 | with what horror wee Think on the blind events of warre and thee? |
A67346 | AH lovely Amoret, the care Of all that know what''s good or fair, Is Heaven become our Rival too? |
A67346 | And some proud Prince in wild Numidi ● born, Pray to accept me, and forget my scorn? |
A67346 | As Ivy thrives, which on the Oak takes hold, So with the Prophets may her lines grow old; If they should die, who can the World forgive? |
A67346 | Bands hardly for ● ed from their native place? |
A67346 | Beyond our reach, and yet within our sight, What envious power has plac''d this glorious light? |
A67346 | But how instructed in each others mind, Or what commerce can men with monsters find? |
A67346 | But now''t is done, O let me know Where those immortal Colours grow, That could this deathless piece compose In Lillies, or the Fading Rose? |
A67346 | But on so vast a Subject, who can find Words that may reach th''Idea''s of his mind? |
A67346 | But what new Mine this work supplies? |
A67346 | But who can always on the Billows lie? |
A67346 | But who can hope his Lines should long Last in a daily- changing Tongue? |
A67346 | Can such a Pile from Ruine rise? |
A67346 | Canst thou indulge thy sleep? |
A67346 | Canst thou not be content to Love alone, Or is thy Mistress not content with one? |
A67346 | Confess, and wee''l Forgive thee this; For who would not repeat that bliss, And frequent sight of such a Dame, Buy with the hazard of his Fame? |
A67346 | Hast thou not read of fairy Arthurs shield, Which but disclos''d, amaz''d the weaker eyes Of proudest Foes, and won the doubtful Field? |
A67346 | He that alone, would wise and mighty be, Commands that others Love, as well as he: Love as he Lov''d, how can we soar so high? |
A67346 | How Frail our Passions ● how soon changed are Our wrath and fury to a friendly Care? |
A67346 | How could the Youth alas, but bend When his whole Heaven upon him lean''d? |
A67346 | How long in vain had Nature striv''d to frame A perfect Princess e''re her Highness came? |
A67346 | Is not enough by sad experience known, The perjur''d Race of false L ● oinedon? |
A67346 | Nor all appear among those few, Worthy the stock from whence they grew? |
A67346 | Nor better guard in such great danger keep, Mad by neglect to lose so fair a wind? |
A67346 | Or shall I, with th''ungrateful Trojan go, Quit all my State, and wait upon my Foe? |
A67346 | Or thus with- held, what hasty soul would go, Though to be blest? |
A67346 | Or what Defence against Him can they make, Who at such distance does their Countrey shake? |
A67346 | Or why did you so much regard the wind? |
A67346 | Our Language fails, or if it could supply, What Mortal Thought can raise it self so high? |
A67346 | PHillis, why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? |
A67346 | Plays and Romances read, and seen, do fall In our opinions, yet not seen at all Whom would they please? |
A67346 | SAy lovely dream, where couldst thou find Shadows to counterseit that face? |
A67346 | SEes not my Love, how Time resumes The Glory which he lent these Flow''rs? |
A67346 | SUch Hellen was, and who can blame the Boy That in so bright a Flame consum''d his Troy? |
A67346 | Say( Sacred Bard) what could bestow Courage on thee, to soar so high? |
A67346 | Shall grief contract the largeness of that heart, In which nor fear nor anger has a part? |
A67346 | Should you no Honey vow to taste, But what the Master- Bees have plac''t In compass of their Cells, how small A portion to your share would fall? |
A67346 | So earnest with thy God, can no new care, No sense of danger interrupt thy Prayer? |
A67346 | Such real pleasures, such true joys suspence, What Dream can I present to recompense? |
A67346 | TEll me Lovely loving Pair, Why so kind, and so severe? |
A67346 | Tell me( brave Friend) what help''d thee so To shake of all mortality? |
A67346 | They think too weak His fury to restrain: What Wonders may not English Valor work ▪ Led by th''Example of victorious YORK? |
A67346 | Thus she afficts her Soul, What shall I do? |
A67346 | To save, and make his Enemies his Friends ▪ What line of Praise can fathom such a Love, Which reacht the lowest bottom from above? |
A67346 | VVhat Huntsman of our feeble Race, Or Dogs, dare such a Monster chase? |
A67346 | VVhat reason can that Love controul, VVhich more than one way courts the Soul? |
A67346 | WHat Fury has provok''t thy wit to dare With Diomede, to wound the Queen of Love, Thy Mistriss''s Envy, or thine own Despair? |
A67346 | WHat Revolutions in the World have been, How are we chang''d, since first we saw the Queen? |
A67346 | WHy came I so untimely forth Into a world, which wanting thee Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? |
A67346 | What Art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o ● r our spirit reigns? |
A67346 | What Mortal can with Heav''n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair? |
A67346 | What endless War would jealous Nations tear, ● f none above did witness what they swear? |
A67346 | What may hereafter her Meridian do, Whose dawning beauty warm''d his bosome so? |
A67346 | What though he frown, and to tumult do incline, Thou the flame, Kindled in his breast can''st tame, With that snow which unmelted lies on thine? |
A67346 | Who can presume to find a Guard From Scorn, when Heaven''s so little spar''d? |
A67346 | Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made, To have his Blood on such an Altar laid? |
A67346 | Why so careless of our care, Only to your selves so dear? |
A67346 | Why was her joy in Belgia confin''d? |
A67346 | With Fate inverted shall I humbly wooe? |
A67346 | With my Sidoni ● ● i shall I give them chace? |
A67346 | Yet if they still divert us with their Rage, What may be hop''d for in a better Age? |
A67346 | Yet who can tax thy blameless skill, Though thy good hand had failed still? |
A67346 | to an Heroick tale, Would you not ● ● sten, lest it should grow stale? |
A67346 | what need we plough? |
A67346 | ● ay not a thousand dangers sleep 〈 ◊ 〉 the smooth bosome of this deep? |
A67346 | ● ● essings may be repeated, while they cloy, But shall we starve, cause Surfeitings destroy? |
A47379 | ''T is a fair time indeed to sleep, when day begins to break? |
A47379 | ''T is a plentifull provision for us; But where is young Nearcus, all this while? |
A47379 | ''T is bravely said, but dare you try the effect, Of one short visit? |
A47379 | ''T is somewhat more then custome does allow, I must confess; but how to help it now, Who knows? |
A47379 | ''t is so indeed, do I not dream now? |
A47379 | Adm: He faints, this remove to Land, makes him weak; — How do you Sir? |
A47379 | Adm: What Devil, made you talk thus to her now? |
A47379 | Adm: You gave Cleandra cause, for your reproof, For how can Princes judge Malice from Mirth? |
A47379 | Allow all this, the meanes you still propose, are hopelesse, as the end you aime at; — How will drawn Swords look in our weak ha ● s? |
A47379 | An alarum sounded a farre off, some Skirmishes, then the Duke of URBIN worsted, two Lords slaine by him, and himself in danger, Retreats? |
A47379 | And bring destruction on your servants head? |
A47379 | And by my nicety, the businesse fail? |
A47379 | And can you doubt, that I will not? |
A47379 | And do I appeare so slight a man? |
A47379 | And from thence, what saw you? |
A47379 | And let him go, we will a friendship make, Such as thy virtue justly may expect, And my affection give, if here you''l live? |
A47379 | And no objects, fit for them to fix on? |
A47379 | And own the Author of so great a crime? |
A47379 | And shall I have it? |
A47379 | Are not you hurt? |
A47379 | Are the two strangers well? |
A47379 | Are you of that opinion too? |
A47379 | Are you single? |
A47379 | Ast: I have a heart too full of joy to keep this distance any longer? |
A47379 | Ast: If you can forgive me that provok''d you to it? |
A47379 | Ast: Madam, can you pardon my disguise? |
A47379 | Ast: Will Phillocles turn from me ever? |
A47379 | Be sure, what Citherea can afford, Is yours; and all Cleandra does command, With me rejoyce, to see you safe return''d; — But where is Ormasdes? |
A47379 | Be thus retir''d? |
A47379 | Be torn, and tortur''d by a Womans breath? |
A47379 | But how does Lindamira like, to see her new Gallant, thus taken from her? |
A47379 | But how have you disposed of your Fantastick couple? |
A47379 | But how shall I, Valeriana free? |
A47379 | But if true? |
A47379 | But must against his coming now declare: Emb: How can you, Madam, thus declare against A person, and a passion you see not? |
A47379 | But when you found him growing worthy, why did you not cherish that virtue? |
A47379 | By what unknown crymes have I provok''d Heav''n? |
A47379 | Camillo: Is it so necessary; to have a favourite Longino? |
A47379 | Can Fernandos great Soule, admit so meane a thought? |
A47379 | Can his great soul consent, to such deceit? |
A47379 | Can those bright lights suffer an Eclips, and not portend some fatall Ruine? |
A47379 | Can you believe, that a Platonick flame, Has power to Canonize Cleandras Name? |
A47379 | Can you guess Lonzartes, what this tends to? |
A47379 | Canst thou believe his friendship to me as a man? |
A47379 | Cecro: Can you doubt it, that have seen so much? |
A47379 | Cecro: Can you think I will destroy my souls onely joy? |
A47379 | Cecro: GOod day unto the bright Selindra? |
A47379 | Cecro: It shall be as you direct Sir; but how soon does the Prince write his motion will be this way? |
A47379 | Cecro: Was not Cleonel slain by Pollidor? |
A47379 | Cecro: What other way have you Sir? |
A47379 | Cle: Am I such a Monster, in the opinion of all women, as you make me? |
A47379 | Cle: An old Song, to a new Tune Lonzartes: dost thou pray for my Conversion this way? |
A47379 | Cle: Are you talking in your sleep Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Cle: Blessed Angel, turn not away; — these tears must be my daily Incence, offer''d at your feet; if you refuse this Tribute? |
A47379 | Cle: But why so serious on the suddain? |
A47379 | Cle: Can you aske for what? |
A47379 | Cle: Do I deserve this mirth from you? |
A47379 | Cle: Do my looks agree with so much jest? |
A47379 | Cle: Do you call that honour nothing, which I do prize above the World? |
A47379 | Cle: He must be a bold man, who does designe beyond the favours you allow, but have you made vowes against marriage Madam? |
A47379 | Cle: He threatens me, — guilty I''le warant; — now Madam, do you see no alteration in his face? |
A47379 | Cle: How Lonzartes, will you confine honesty, and virtue, to the fruition of one Woman only? |
A47379 | Cle: How can you be inform''d in absence? |
A47379 | Cle: How now Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Cle: How shall I obtain more credit? |
A47379 | Cle: How soon may I make my next visit to you Madam? |
A47379 | Cle: I had rather your Lordship were at Ierusalem, then see that day of my conversion; what have I done Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Cle: I say he is in Love, most seriously in Love; shall I unmask this grave Reformado, and shew you the Lady now? |
A47379 | Cle: I will give him present satisfaction, if your Highnesse will permit me to bring him to you? |
A47379 | Cle: If it can put me out of pain, I will? |
A47379 | Cle: Is the mistery of love, to be discuss''d in publique Sir? |
A47379 | Cle: It comes on a pace; — what a fine Gentleman are you grown, since the Spirit of Chastity has possest you? |
A47379 | Cle: Let me adore thy Divine virtue Lindamira? |
A47379 | Cle: Let me think on this a little, at first sight this looks likely to agree us: — if two impossibilities can make one possible? |
A47379 | Cle: Look you now? |
A47379 | Cle: Nay, if Lonzartes fall on me too? |
A47379 | Cle: Never to marry Madam? |
A47379 | Cle: Nothing, why do you tempt me to farther evils? |
A47379 | Cle: Now Sir, have not I done your work for you? |
A47379 | Cle: Shall she be worth my pains? |
A47379 | Cle: To what end I pray? |
A47379 | Cle: Very good; — Are not you the most debauch''d man in Syracusa? |
A47379 | Cle: What a Monster am I grown, give me credit Madam, or give me death? |
A47379 | Cle: What have I done Madam, to merrit this neglect from you? |
A47379 | Cle: What shall I say? |
A47379 | Cle: What was that strange noyse, you made? |
A47379 | Cle: When shall I have leave to speak? |
A47379 | Cle: When will that be? |
A47379 | Cle: Where is this powerfull Sibell gone? |
A47379 | Cle: Who has not? |
A47379 | Cle: Who knowes that? |
A47379 | Cle: Why Madam, do you take all this for jest still? |
A47379 | Cle: Why do you mock me? |
A47379 | Cle: Why do you not allow me some reliefe then? |
A47379 | Cle: Why pray, how can you spend your time better? |
A47379 | Cle: Why this grave face to me Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Cle: Why? |
A47379 | Clear: But do you think any Woman may not be, what you can wish? |
A47379 | Clearcus, you have heard your charge; — Guilty or not Guilty? |
A47379 | Cleo: And you would have me debauch this young Lady, for your private pleasure? |
A47379 | Cleo: Can Selindra believe, my love could ere conceale such a mischief? |
A47379 | Cleo: How is it now Madam? |
A47379 | Cleo: Is it even so my good Father? |
A47379 | Cleo: Poyson her, my curiosity was to good purpose at this time; was ever gray haires so wicked? |
A47379 | Cleo: What is all Greece worth? |
A47379 | Cleo: Will you get the Emperors coment, to this exchange? |
A47379 | Cleo:( All this shall to the Emperor,) but if you can do neither? |
A47379 | Cleob: Did you observe, with what forc''d modesty The Embassador supprest his anger? |
A47379 | Cleon: What we have said, has ruin''d us enough, If his unruly rage, can reach so farre? |
A47379 | Cleon: Will you leave the Princess, in a strange land? |
A47379 | Come near Silvander; — which of you two is most pleas''d now? |
A47379 | Dare not Mariana? |
A47379 | Dare you be my guide this night, to fetch Fernando off? |
A47379 | Did any of you hear them talk i th''night? |
A47379 | Did ever any Age such mischiefe know? |
A47379 | Do any of you know, who these may be? |
A47379 | Do you comply, wee''l try what we can do? |
A47379 | Do you doubt my assistance, to serve you, In any way you can prescribe a friend? |
A47379 | Do you take me for a wise Woman brother? |
A47379 | Do you then think his kindnesse counterfeit? |
A47379 | Does Pollinesso live? |
A47379 | Does any dare to question Fernandos truth Sir? |
A47379 | Does not her hand inform you, that she lives? |
A47379 | Does our discourse, these sighs, and tears produce? |
A47379 | Does that onely hinder? |
A47379 | Does this hazzard, and my try''d friendship, merit such language? |
A47379 | Does your Lordship reflect on me, for such a guilt? |
A47379 | Does your quick conquest of Ormasdes? |
A47379 | Duke: Are Petruchio, and Morosino both Dead? |
A47379 | Duke: Has the Enemy taken spade in hand Camillo? |
A47379 | Duke: What part of Italy is so happy? |
A47379 | Duke: You Prophesie like a friend, and I have Faith for what you say, — do these youths belong to you? |
A47379 | Emb: Madam, shall I return without a hope? |
A47379 | Emb: Suppose Valcrianus take offence? |
A47379 | Emb: Suppose then, that I have his Commission? |
A47379 | Emb: Why, Mariana? |
A47379 | Emb: Will you go with me to Ormasdes Lodge? |
A47379 | Embass: What means this kind of rudenesse Gentlemen? |
A47379 | Emp: And by him received I hear; why then is this sad shew? |
A47379 | Emp: But how has Phillocles despos''d the Affairs of Hungary? |
A47379 | Emp: By what accident fell he? |
A47379 | Emp: He has not hurt thee? |
A47379 | Emp: How dare you talke thus? |
A47379 | Emp: Is this habit, and thy sad looks, the signes of Victory? |
A47379 | Emp: Kill him; — Kill the Traytor; — dares none stirre to do it? |
A47379 | Emp: Must I aske your leave? |
A47379 | Emp: That will be near as great a folly as the other: to what purpose will you run such a bazzard? |
A47379 | Emp: This way, Ordella, if you will by me, be guided to felicity? |
A47379 | Emp: WHat think you Cecropious, of Phillocles his Love? |
A47379 | Emp: What Newes brings Gillon? |
A47379 | Emp: What if she do? |
A47379 | Emp: What insolence is this, so near us? |
A47379 | Emp: What''s this? |
A47379 | Emp: Who am I? |
A47379 | Emp: Why had not Pollinesso notice of your purpose? |
A47379 | Empe: Have you yet Learnt Cecropius, from whence this Rumour comes concerning Hungary? |
A47379 | Empe: Not yet Ordella; which I much wonder at? |
A47379 | Exeunt Phillocles and Ordella Poll: Beshrew your kindnesse at this time, — how like Tantalus was I? |
A47379 | Exit Lon ▪ Cle: Did ever man betray himself as I have done? |
A47379 | Fern: They are my good Angells Luco, from Heaven sent to guard me; — have you taken lodgings? |
A47379 | Fern: Which do you incline most too? |
A47379 | Fie, what a scandal is this to mankind? |
A47379 | Florio: I feel none Sir; pray who were those assaulted you? |
A47379 | Florio: We seek imployment; Fern: Have you an addresse to any in this Court? |
A47379 | For tell me why, the Golden Age may n''t hence Be stil''d from Wit, as then from Innocence? |
A47379 | From that corner, hither, in his sleep? |
A47379 | From whence does this strange kindnesse to me grow? |
A47379 | From whence is the Mischiefe? |
A47379 | Fye Melina, dost thou own courage, in actions void of Modesty? |
A47379 | Geta: Why Madam? |
A47379 | Gillon: And that last post, might hear it from another; — What does the Emperor declare? |
A47379 | Gillon: Who is Author of this discourse? |
A47379 | Good, very good; but when will this Sally be? |
A47379 | Guard thee Fernando, I le dye by thee: but where is the Enemy? |
A47379 | Had you come a minute sooner Sir? |
A47379 | Has my Dear Sister no complement for Pollidor? |
A47379 | Has what I said, offended Sir? |
A47379 | Have not our Enemies at home done this? |
A47379 | Have the Gods only given us active souls? |
A47379 | Have you an Argument? |
A47379 | Have you an Enemy in view Clearcus? |
A47379 | Have you never seen a Face like mine at Pisa? |
A47379 | He is indeed, somewhat fonder then I could wish, but can your Highnesse fancy a fitter subject? |
A47379 | He receiv''d this wound in rescuing me; — can bold Lorenzo weep? |
A47379 | He will this League, and her Alliance scorn; Who puts Ormasdes into this Disguise, To hide her Lover, from her Peoples Eyes? |
A47379 | He would know how she slept last night? |
A47379 | Her virtues, do her beauty far excell, And in my judgment, have no parallel; What is your thought? |
A47379 | How came you into the Court then? |
A47379 | How can I expresse more value of your favours? |
A47379 | How can he discover that I love? |
A47379 | How comes Valeriana by this power? |
A47379 | How do you answer this? |
A47379 | How does Lonzartes bear his Suppression Aristonicus? |
A47379 | How does Lonzartes thy brave Lord? |
A47379 | How faires Rossina? |
A47379 | How have I deserv''d this from you Sir? |
A47379 | How have you slept Valeriana? |
A47379 | How is it Celestina? |
A47379 | How is it Madam, that you quit the field? |
A47379 | How little do I seem to your great Eye? |
A47379 | How much a greater punishment is due For robbing a good name? |
A47379 | I am glad to hear they are grown so mercifull, death is lesse dreadful then his Rape, — but how can I credit this from you? |
A47379 | I am not troubl ● d now Sir: pray how did you find my Father? |
A47379 | I can not with Justice, give you either; How can I, a free Princes will compell? |
A47379 | I do believe it now, — But what then has caus''d this great distemper in you Florio? |
A47379 | I do preferre that smiling Figure first; Whose hand is it, my Lord? |
A47379 | I do submit to try my Fortune, but how must I proceed? |
A47379 | I have had late intelligence, that some Commotions do appeare there; if so? |
A47379 | I have no hate to Phillocles; methinks his vertues now look gloriously upon him — but how shall I look on Ordella? |
A47379 | I have not seen such uselesse rage before; Whom but himself can his mad fury harm? |
A47379 | I have not skill enough to know the hands, Though I love Pictures: — pray observe the next, Is not this sleeping Venus rarely done? |
A47379 | I have scarce begun with this, you do mistake all I say for mirth; Does not my looks and Language shew an Alteration? |
A47379 | I hope she is not so much concern''d for Phillocles;) — Selindra I do take it ill, that you thus lament your Fathers absence, who runnes no hazzard? |
A47379 | I never can expresse more gratitude unto the Duke, and you Madam, then by recommending Fernando to your thoughts, what can be fancyed in a man? |
A47379 | I want your wonted kindnesse Sir; how can my looks be cheerfull? |
A47379 | I will think on''t, when I have time to throw away; — come will you go with me yet? |
A47379 | I wonder Maddam you do not shake to think what hazzards you must runne? |
A47379 | I wonder how they got Intelligence? |
A47379 | If Celestina live? |
A47379 | If I advise, this banishment at last; What a rash promise, has my pitty made? |
A47379 | If I could see this danger you foretell? |
A47379 | If I have any favour in your Eyes? |
A47379 | If I survive? |
A47379 | If I were not concern''d, I should approve, What he has done, though now I must not own? |
A47379 | If Silviana do yet dare to own me? |
A47379 | If Youth, of Beauty must be still afraid ▪ Why were those Glorious Objects ever made? |
A47379 | If a new warre, dispute your Victorie? |
A47379 | If it be not Rossinas good Fate to get his Love? |
A47379 | If the Treconians do a quarrel seek? |
A47379 | If this be all the danger, our drawn Swords will bring us? |
A47379 | If thou dost think it possible, that I can be in danger of such a slavery as love? |
A47379 | Into this dangerous deep? |
A47379 | Is Camillo yet gone out? |
A47379 | Is all lost Armanthus? |
A47379 | Is all this danger, to avoid the man that you dislike? |
A47379 | Is it her Person, or my Dukedome? |
A47379 | Is it not warme? |
A47379 | Is my breath grown so weak? |
A47379 | Is not my brother much pleas''d to have his Florio safe return''d? |
A47379 | Is not your own Lodging, beyond a Scandal? |
A47379 | Is she not a Prisoner with Cecropius? |
A47379 | Is the secret, of so piercing quality? |
A47379 | Is there no way but Death? |
A47379 | Is this Cleandras Love? |
A47379 | Is this Gallant my Son, or my Soveraigne? |
A47379 | Is this a vision? |
A47379 | Is this by accident? |
A47379 | Is this true Cleonel? |
A47379 | It is the bane of Courts, when we permit Those near us, to asperse the Innocent; If our strict Lawes for petty theft, gives Death? |
A47379 | Justly to merrit this dissertion? |
A47379 | Let all withdraw, I must be private now, Onely do you Ormasdes, stand unseen; — — How is it with my friend? |
A47379 | Lin: Can I wish you well, and not applaud it? |
A47379 | Lin: Can not you judge by my looks, as well as I by yours? |
A47379 | Lin: Have you no affection left for me my Lord? |
A47379 | Lin: How can I believe it? |
A47379 | Lin: How did I perform my part Madam? |
A47379 | Lin: How does that appear? |
A47379 | Lin: How would you entertain us my Lord? |
A47379 | Lin: I do, and shall not think him a losse, who can be won from me, by the greatest Princess in the World? |
A47379 | Lin: If all Women were of your opinion Madam? |
A47379 | Lin: Is there no dispensation for such resolves Madam? |
A47379 | Lin: Neither, they are both virtuous? |
A47379 | Lin: So high thoughts, why may not the Princess neglect the Corinthian, for you? |
A47379 | Lin: That will do it, if I mistake not; — and catch you both I hope, — here he comes? |
A47379 | Lin: To see which way the winde blows; — pray my Lord, where is your heart now? |
A47379 | Lin: Was his love so terrible? |
A47379 | Lin: Why Madam? |
A47379 | Lin: Why do n''t you try Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Lin: Why do you not speak to me then? |
A47379 | Lin: Why then his opinion will be chang''d? |
A47379 | Lin: Will this look serve? |
A47379 | Lin: Your Highnesse may as well judge what they do in China, as guesse at our Felicities that Love? |
A47379 | Lindam: Has your Highnesse any better thoughts for Marriage, then you had? |
A47379 | Lon: Are you no more concerned? |
A47379 | Lon: Art thou turn''d fool, to think thus? |
A47379 | Lon: By what means may their meeting be procured? |
A47379 | Lon: Can''you tell whether you would have her, or not? |
A47379 | Lon: Come, I do love thee, too well I love thee, shall we go home, and put off this meeting? |
A47379 | Lon: Do you not love at all? |
A47379 | Lon: Do you not? |
A47379 | Lon: Have I thus long ador''d the Princess? |
A47379 | Lon: I Madam, but how shall they be brought together? |
A47379 | Lon: I will not fayle, if you will go with me unto Pandora? |
A47379 | Lon: If he will follow my advise, he may do well Sir; — now we are alone, tell me what crotchets next? |
A47379 | Lon: If she discern not your passion, how can she proportion her favours, to your merrit? |
A47379 | Lon: In the Princess lodgings, with yours; — or can you tell me better where your own is? |
A47379 | Lon: Mirth man, all the year a constant mirth: — Is not this better then spending your time in a smoaky house, with your old Acquaintance? |
A47379 | Lon: No, nor ever can do to me, wouldst thou have me belye my self, that thou mayest laugh at me? |
A47379 | Lon: Nor I in humour to be fool''d; what would''st thou have me say, when thou talk''st thus to me? |
A47379 | Lon: Nor will I ever sue for favours, beyond these you now afford me Madam; — may I confirm my hopes, by understanding what you say, my own way? |
A47379 | Lon: Now Madam, whither so fast? |
A47379 | Lon: Now Sir, how do you like this Ladies mettle? |
A47379 | Lon: Out Hypocrite; — is this thy love unto Pandora? |
A47379 | Lon: Revenge, for what? |
A47379 | Lon: Shall the Duke by his Prerogative power, in spight of both your teeth, compel you both to compliance? |
A47379 | Lon: Suppose she will not consent? |
A47379 | Lon: Suppose some other do obtaine her, while you are thus long resolving? |
A47379 | Lon: Tell me now Clearcus, is there not more rellish in this Conversation? |
A47379 | Lon: That''s no wonder, amongst those women you converse with; — shall I chuse you a Mistris? |
A47379 | Lon: The Duke and she, are not yet parted Madam; — how now Lindamira, are you tonguetyed? |
A47379 | Lon: This is pretty, wouldst thou have me believe thou lovest? |
A47379 | Lon: Thou art become a pretty fool Clearcus, dost thou not observe how all the Court do laugh at thee? |
A47379 | Lon: To me, does your Highness command me any thing? |
A47379 | Lon: Was ever man thus hamper''d between jest and earnest? |
A47379 | Lon: Was it not your own desire to be neglected? |
A47379 | Lon: Well, what do you resolve? |
A47379 | Lon: What means this similie? |
A47379 | Lon: Why what''s the matter man? |
A47379 | Lon: Will you have her by compulsion? |
A47379 | Lon: Will you have her? |
A47379 | Lon: Will you treat by Embassadours? |
A47379 | Lon: You oblige me to say, your confidence does merrit the greatest faith from man; but is Silvander of your Plot? |
A47379 | Lon: what doest thou mean by this misterious language? |
A47379 | Lonz: If I should, pray which is most Honourable? |
A47379 | Lonz: If you Madam, will admit his visits? |
A47379 | Lonz: Would I were out again, these Romances please not me; — pray how must I proceed? |
A47379 | Lonzar: How can you be reconcil''d then? |
A47379 | Lonzar: What else? |
A47379 | Looke to his Papers, put them in againe, — What''s here? |
A47379 | Lorenzo, whom will you appoint for General? |
A47379 | Luco: Are these Enemies Sir? |
A47379 | MAdam,''T is a felicity to love you though neglected; by what Name then shall I call my Joy? |
A47379 | Madam, What want you? |
A47379 | Madam, is this a fit time to enquire Nearcus Story? |
A47379 | Madam, what means this talking to your self? |
A47379 | Mar: Brother, — Sir, — what do you ail? |
A47379 | Mar: I have no Argument for further talk, And now am weary grown, with this long walk; Where is the beauty? |
A47379 | Mar: Stand by vil''d man, and let me passe, who waits? |
A47379 | Mar: Think you by force, that I shall ere think fit, To yield my self to such a counterfeit? |
A47379 | Mar: What need such dissembling? |
A47379 | Mar: Why d''ye lock the Door, my Lord? |
A47379 | Mar: Your pardon is, beyond your power, I fear, Unlesse you will admit his Master here? |
A47379 | Mar:''T is a Noble, and a most pleasant Seat; Has it no Mistris, Sir? |
A47379 | Mari: Where are we now my Lord? |
A47379 | May I be trusted with it? |
A47379 | Mel: And whither then? |
A47379 | Mene: I have no Argument for a dispute; — This visit past, she needs no other make; But Sir, how comes Ormasdes here again? |
A47379 | Methinks your Eyes do shew some anguish in your wounds, do we not trouble you? |
A47379 | Must I be held? |
A47379 | My Kind, loving heart, how comes this to passe? |
A47379 | My Lords, do you mean to give obedience to this rash command? |
A47379 | Near: Did my humility such danger threat? |
A47379 | Near: How can the Grecian Empire so long spare, So great a Captain? |
A47379 | Near: How is that? |
A47379 | Near: If you''l afford more time? |
A47379 | Near: Is that my merrit, in your opinion? |
A47379 | Near: It is my Lord of a high nature grown, I must impart it to your self alone; — You and I must kill one another now; Ormas: May not I live? |
A47379 | Near: Madam, can you forgive, what I have done? |
A47379 | Near: Shall that scruple, and this good Sword once more, Teach you to call for help? |
A47379 | Near: This you dare justifie? |
A47379 | Near: What dares not love attempt? |
A47379 | Near: Why do you wrong my person, and my cause? |
A47379 | Near: Will you please Madam, to view the garden? |
A47379 | Near: — Now Sir, how have I prosper''d in your hands? |
A47379 | New Humours? |
A47379 | No, thou hast charm''d me by some Magick spell, I dare not touch thee, — who art thou? |
A47379 | No,''t is beyond excuse Sir: but why this to me in private? |
A47379 | Nor I so miserable to loose so great a friend; — how shall I devide my heart? |
A47379 | Nor a greater Beauty dis- ingage your heart from her? |
A47379 | Nor have a serious thought for hers, to me; If such a folly, do her heart possesse; Am I to answer for her guiltinesse? |
A47379 | Now Sir, does this shew my compulsion for a Nunnery? |
A47379 | Now to accept this Ring? |
A47379 | Now you allow my Love, to what height raise my thoughts? |
A47379 | Of what? |
A47379 | On such another word? |
A47379 | Or do the Gods us men with shadowes mock? |
A47379 | Or how Ormasdes true pretence deny? |
A47379 | Or shall he seek some other passage home? |
A47379 | Or two such courages such sorrow show? |
A47379 | Or what now must do? |
A47379 | Or: Have you no Letters from my Brother Sir? |
A47379 | Or: Will your stay there be long my Lord? |
A47379 | Ord: Is he a Lord too, Selindra? |
A47379 | Ordel: And you too late, I fear, will find my counsel good, why may not I have credit to protect Pollidor in your absence? |
A47379 | Ordel: But can they overtake him time enough, before he reaches Cleonel? |
A47379 | Ordel: Can you aske? |
A47379 | Ordel: Does not the Affaires of Hungary require you there? |
A47379 | Ordel: Have you another Son Sir, when you have slain my Brother? |
A47379 | Ordel: Is it not madnesse to hazzard him alone against Cleonel and his company? |
A47379 | Ordel: Thou worst of Women, how dares thy lips move towards me? |
A47379 | Ordel: What means my Father by this? |
A47379 | Ordel: What think you Brother of this Complement? |
A47379 | Ordel: When went my brother hence Selindra? |
A47379 | Ordel: Where is Astella? |
A47379 | Ordel: Where is my Brother Sir? |
A47379 | Ordel: Who can forbid you to be Merciful? |
A47379 | Ordel: Who more honour''d? |
A47379 | Ordel: Ye Gods defend that I be not mistaken; Brother what have you done with your self, since I went hence? |
A47379 | Ordell: Are any gone after Phillocles? |
A47379 | Ordell: Not yet gone Antillacus? |
A47379 | Ordell: What means my Father by this dumb shew? |
A47379 | Orm: Why Madam? |
A47379 | Orma: I never liv''d till now, you think me dead — Does my dear friend believe, what I have said? |
A47379 | Ormas: And are you other now? |
A47379 | Ormas: And will you not lay that command on me? |
A47379 | Ormas: By all our Gods, I think my flame is Love, I know no other name for what I feel, But if you doubt? |
A47379 | Ormas: Can I give you that assurance? |
A47379 | Ormas: Did you not meet Cleandra going out? |
A47379 | Ormas: Did you not wake about mid- night Madam? |
A47379 | Ormas: For Heav''n sake Madam, tell what I must say? |
A47379 | Ormas: Hold a while ▪ — — May not I know the cause of this hatred? |
A47379 | Ormas: How can he justifie those words he spoke? |
A47379 | Ormas: I beg that Ring you wear; but if of price Too great for me? |
A47379 | Ormas: I shall call my Servants, unlesse you now show The cause of this distracted fury? |
A47379 | Ormas: If such revenge, and malice you intend, Where is the Love, that you so much pretend? |
A47379 | Ormas: If you''l command? |
A47379 | Ormas: Is she really so weak; so soon grown Thus ill? |
A47379 | Ormas: Madam, by all that''s Holy, she has not: What shall I say? |
A47379 | Ormas: Oh why? |
A47379 | Ormas: The Queen; is it so late? |
A47379 | Ormas: This story growes stranger, and stranger still, Does your Birth equal hers? |
A47379 | Ormas: Was ever man so much abus''d in''s sleep? |
A47379 | Ormas: What is your businesse then? |
A47379 | Ormas: Who can have more care? |
A47379 | Ormas: Why have you drawn me to this inner Room? |
A47379 | Ormas: Why have you led me forth, with gentle gales? |
A47379 | Ormas: You tell me wonders, of a different kind, Of which I shall enquire; and if I find Valeriana stands ingag''d to you? |
A47379 | Ormasdes, are you hurt, by that vil''d man? |
A47379 | Orsan: Have I now perform''d my oath unto the great Cecropius? |
A47379 | Pan: Are you not pleased Clearcus? |
A47379 | Pan: But if I am satisfied with less ioyes, without those pains you find so usefull, why must I try to gaine more happiness? |
A47379 | Pan: Dispair of what? |
A47379 | Pan: Do you believe Lindamira Mistris of such Magick? |
A47379 | Pan: Do you believe that I, who have a prejudice against the best of men, can e''re esteem the worst? |
A47379 | Pan: Great Princes indeed, are bound to some strict Rules, most subjects understand not? |
A47379 | Pan: How can I do that, and not return you love for love? |
A47379 | Pan: How long have you two been acquainted? |
A47379 | Pan: How think you Silvander, is Clearcus what he seems? |
A47379 | Pan: Shall I chuse your man? |
A47379 | Pan: What has made you so grave of late Lonzartes? |
A47379 | Pan: What think you of this Lindamira? |
A47379 | Pan: Whether he will or no; — if I consent, can you prevail with him? |
A47379 | Pan: Will my being in the pound, get your Highnesse out of it? |
A47379 | Pan: You are cured then Clearcus, and will unto the Prince confess your conversion, if we call you to it? |
A47379 | Pan: Your Lordship, does me honour; came you now from Court? |
A47379 | Pan:''T is so Lindamira, but how can it be help''d? |
A47379 | Pan:''T was rashly done, and I repent; — when will this subtle Sorceress return? |
A47379 | Passion wrought up to that height, Men weep, and yet their grief begets Delight? |
A47379 | Pedro, where is the Duke gone? |
A47379 | Perian: Is Selindra so much in favour with the Gods, as to be look''d on by Prince Phillocles? |
A47379 | Phil: Am I not worthy thy own Sword Ravisher? |
A47379 | Phil: Canst thou ask false man? |
A47379 | Phil: Does Pollidor presume to pretend to you? |
A47379 | Phil: How comes Selindra then with thee? |
A47379 | Phil: I understand you not, nor do I care; — hark, what noyse is this? |
A47379 | Phil: Selindra, Selindra, is Selindra safe? |
A47379 | Phil: Take heed Cleonel, do not ingage too fast; for I shall demand, what thou hold''st dearer then thy life; darest thou hear me now? |
A47379 | Phil: What has caus''d thy clouded brow Selindra? |
A47379 | Phil: Why do your Actions, and your words so disagree? |
A47379 | Phil: Why went Selindra weeping out? |
A47379 | Phil: Ye Gods, to what purpose are men innocent? |
A47379 | Phill: Does not my sorrow become me Ordella? |
A47379 | Phill: How are you Sir? |
A47379 | Phill: I like it well Ordella: what will you do this Evening? |
A47379 | Phill: I will be their security, Selindras Redeemers shall command my life; of what Country are they? |
A47379 | Phill: Is Selindra in danger? |
A47379 | Phill: Is it so late? |
A47379 | Phill: Is it your Majesties Command, that Selindra should be a Prisoner? |
A47379 | Phill: Pollidor, what mean these misteries? |
A47379 | Phill: What Riddle''s this? |
A47379 | Phill: Will it be thrown away, if placed on me? |
A47379 | Phillo: Ordella can you guess, why my Father does now urge my absence? |
A47379 | Phillo: Why Cleonel? |
A47379 | Phillocles? |
A47379 | Philo: Is Selindra yet at rest? |
A47379 | Pol: All this will not do, I know you do not doubt me that way? |
A47379 | Pol: Can Phillocles pardon my concealment? |
A47379 | Pol: Was it Phillocles that I found fighting with Cleonel and his two men? |
A47379 | Pol: Was not Cecropins''s son? |
A47379 | Poll: Canst thou not procure me one smile before we part? |
A47379 | Poll: If Phillocles be yet at leasure to hear me speak, I shall soon remove this wonder? |
A47379 | Poll: We will be gone Selindra, and face Phillocles, in the head of our own Army; — what newes Periander? |
A47379 | Poll: Who were those Robbers? |
A47379 | Polli: Did I rescue her? |
A47379 | Polli: Is that the Princess Ordella? |
A47379 | Polli: My tongue moves heavily, and painfully, losse of blood makes me faint too; — how shall I travell with these wounds? |
A47379 | Polli: That may secure you both, but will not Selindra''s honour suffer? |
A47379 | Polli: What Woman is that weeps so? |
A47379 | Polli: What honour, or what recompence can outweigh this you now heap on me? |
A47379 | Polli: Where are we now Tenedor? |
A47379 | Polli: Who are they? |
A47379 | Polli: Why thus inraged Sir? |
A47379 | Pollinesso were most happy; How does my Love prosper, Astella? |
A47379 | Pray brother leave this Sally to your Officers, and not on all occasions hazzard your own person; — may you not relie on Fernando for his Conduct? |
A47379 | Pray shew me how, this story does agree? |
A47379 | Pray think, what we shall urge for our excuse, In case we can no president produce? |
A47379 | Prin: Brother, is this Rallery? |
A47379 | Prin: Whiter so fast Mariana? |
A47379 | Qu: But have you ever such strange humours found? |
A47379 | Qu: Has this one night, such mutual friendship gain''d? |
A47379 | Qu: Is there no way Ormasdes to remove These niceties? |
A47379 | Qu: The whole World knowes, Ormasdes can command The fortune of a Warre; why then should you? |
A47379 | Qu: What suddain change is this? |
A47379 | Queen: Can you such pleasure take, in this disguise? |
A47379 | Queen: There needs no other kindnesse, then you shew, — How is it now Valeriana? |
A47379 | Remove but one doubt, and I am thine for ever; — does not your own desire that way, raise your jealousie of me? |
A47379 | San: Why man? |
A47379 | Sanga, — bid the Musick strike a chearful Ayre, and then call in those Friends in the next Room: — Nay, if you allow this way of cure? |
A47379 | Sel: Madam, You see my ready Obedience to your Commands; but will the Prince permit such boldnesse? |
A47379 | Selin: And what is his design? |
A47379 | Selin: Art not thou Cecropius''s Son? |
A47379 | Selin: Does not my Brother know me yet? |
A47379 | Selin: I fled not from your Lordship, nor did I perceive, that you had ought to say to me; what is your pleasure now? |
A47379 | Selin: I pray who are all you? |
A47379 | Selin: If this be so, how can I avoid it? |
A47379 | Selin: May I not see the Princess e''re I go? |
A47379 | Selin: No matter for their jealousie, are not we above the reach of malice now? |
A47379 | Selin: That you must go from me, grieves me; must you needs go with Phillocles? |
A47379 | Selin: They talke of Belgrade too; who can this be? |
A47379 | Selin: We are ready now, how farre off is the Army? |
A47379 | Selin: What can be more serious? |
A47379 | Selin: What mean you by this passion brother? |
A47379 | Selin: What''s that he said? |
A47379 | Selin: Yes, and''t is my opinion still; but when Phillocles is gone who can discover us? |
A47379 | Selin:''T is you are mad,''t is you that love him not; why do you haile me thus? |
A47379 | Selind: But how can you secure your self, and me from Phillocles? |
A47379 | Shall I call him in then? |
A47379 | Shall I shoot her in the head? |
A47379 | She is not here, why do you stare thus on me? |
A47379 | Sil: But how shall I be assured, this is not Rallery? |
A47379 | Sil: Is he enough fix''t? |
A47379 | Sil: Is that civil, to a person, of his Quality? |
A47379 | Sil: Your Highness sure does fancy what is impossible? |
A47379 | Silvand: Do not my looks Lindamira enough expresse, what I would say? |
A47379 | Sir, if the friendship you allow, be more Then an Airie name? |
A47379 | Sir? |
A47379 | Smiles are but slight expressions of a gratefull heart Sir; but if you can build the Noble structure of true love? |
A47379 | So soon? |
A47379 | Stay Souldier, have you the word? |
A47379 | Suppose Silvander change his opinion? |
A47379 | Ten: How is it Sir? |
A47379 | Tene: We are the hurt mans servants Lady, pray who are you? |
A47379 | Ter: And does Lonzartes send thee, to enquire all this at once? |
A47379 | Ter: Can that be? |
A47379 | Ter: How meanest thou Geta, has he got a blow on his head? |
A47379 | Ter: Of what nature, be thy particular queries Geta? |
A47379 | Ter: See Lindamira, the two wild Princes are in our way, how shall we get by''um? |
A47379 | Ter: This will be a hard question, to the Princess fasting, why would he know all this now? |
A47379 | Ter: What is thy businesse honest Geta? |
A47379 | That is not well, have you Silvander instructed Lindamira, that she may inform Theodocia of Lonzartes Title to this Dukedome? |
A47379 | That, what? |
A47379 | The businesse of my life, shall be to dye, And whether by your hand, or by command From our great Queen? |
A47379 | The wisest, bravest, and the greatest men, Have been in Love as much, or more then I; — But why then was I, thus long without it? |
A47379 | The: But if he will neither conquer, nor be subdued, how can his conversion follow? |
A47379 | The: By no means Servant, what an affront is this, that I must beg your favour, in the face of the whole Court to own me? |
A47379 | The: Can no Fortune, nor any Quality invite you to Honours, and Happinesse, beyond what you can ever hope from Lindamira? |
A47379 | The: Can so few hours, alter a man of his temper, so much? |
A47379 | The: Can there be such worth in men? |
A47379 | The: Do you Silvander raise mirth from my Favour? |
A47379 | The: Do you think Cousin, we have a design to harm you? |
A47379 | The: He is too much concern''d to be play''d with; — you dare not venture your fine man then? |
A47379 | The: How Clearcus, nonplust by a Judge in Petticoates? |
A47379 | The: How can you make Lonzartes an amends, for all this abuse? |
A47379 | The: I wish my dear Cousin, you would marry too, I should then like it better: I now dread to put on that yoak, by all the World so much desired? |
A47379 | The: In what humour left you Clearcus my Lords? |
A47379 | The: Is he not angry, when you slight him so? |
A47379 | The: Is it Love Lonzartes? |
A47379 | The: Is your heart my Lord so fixt on Lindamira, that no Person, nor any Argument, can e''re prevail with you to change? |
A47379 | The: Suppose my Father be her choice, will you pretend to love, and hinder her advancement, by your claim? |
A47379 | The: The lesse safe, if I so pleas''d; — do you believe his virtue, and his love so great, that I could not win him from you, for a Friend of mine? |
A47379 | The: What sayes Pandora for her self? |
A47379 | The: Where did you leave my Father Lonzartes? |
A47379 | The: Why Lindamira? |
A47379 | The: Why could not vve see this Experiment? |
A47379 | The: Why do you not then change her severity, against men? |
A47379 | The: Will you then ingage to marry Clearcus? |
A47379 | The: You shall not fright me from your mirth, with this grave Lecture, are they not both, my near Relations, whom you endeavour to reclaime? |
A47379 | Think not of Death, for if you will endure The Tryall? |
A47379 | Think you her self knowes? |
A47379 | This I confesse, is reason for revenge, But if the World our Action not approve? |
A47379 | This accident, if you''l be pleas''d to call My Brother back? |
A47379 | This is the strangest passion, I ere ● aw, Has your great losse, no name to know it by? |
A47379 | This no doubt will raise a jealousie, but from whom must this be sent? |
A47379 | This suits with Florios gallantry, and friendship to Fernando, but if your successe, prove short of your designe? |
A47379 | Thou art wanton merry, and talk''st thou carest not what, to make me so; can having what we wish most, lessen its value? |
A47379 | Though Valeriana do my pitty move, Ormasdes friendship, is before her Love In my esteem; but if this match unite Your hearts? |
A47379 | Thus unkindly cast her off; for ever? |
A47379 | To let such excellence, become so blind? |
A47379 | To what Angels Face, and Heroes Arme, do I owe my Life? |
A47379 | To what tune runne they? |
A47379 | VVhy, does your Majesty think friendship can VVith as much force as love, transport a Man? |
A47379 | Val: Do they all sleep? |
A47379 | Val: Does wise Cleandra think it will be sit? |
A47379 | Val: Madam, when you command, I must submit; — But will Ormasdes waking think it fit? |
A47379 | Val: Me, did you say? |
A47379 | Val: Ormasdes, what means your disorder''d looks? |
A47379 | Vale: It can not well be thought, and much lesse said, That I repent a promise, never made; How could such hasty words, strict vowes appear? |
A47379 | Valer: Did you not all my Servants first exclude? |
A47379 | Valer: Do not you Madam, value Ormasdes Person? |
A47379 | Valer: Has not my face, my guilty heart betray''d? |
A47379 | Valer: Is not the Queen return''d to Court yet? |
A47379 | Valer: Is not your Majesty ingag''d to him? |
A47379 | Valer: What can I say, t''excuse what I have done? |
A47379 | Valer: What cruelty is this? |
A47379 | WHat noyse was that? |
A47379 | Wake them not; has Ormasdes walk''d to night? |
A47379 | Was ever Injury like this? |
A47379 | Was not this well design''d Borosco? |
A47379 | We have done, and were now parting: — What newes from the Enemy? |
A47379 | Were you in danger to be lost then? |
A47379 | What Prince mean you Madam? |
A47379 | What all at once? |
A47379 | What answer can I make to this? |
A47379 | What be your demands Lodovico? |
A47379 | What frights thee thus, what danger threatned thee? |
A47379 | What great Affair, occasions his return? |
A47379 | What if he do? |
A47379 | What is your opinion Camillo? |
A47379 | What is your opinion of Fernando''s gravity? |
A47379 | What look you for my Lord? |
A47379 | What madnesse will it be for Phillocles, to put himself within her power? |
A47379 | What meanes Fernando, by this injurious language to his friend? |
A47379 | What means this boldnesse? |
A47379 | What newes from the Port? |
A47379 | What riddle is this Clearcus? |
A47379 | What should we talk of more, then what we most delight in? |
A47379 | What testimony can you wish? |
A47379 | What the Devil ailes my Lord? |
A47379 | What use have you for this? |
A47379 | When begins the love Clearcus? |
A47379 | When shall I bring this comfort? |
A47379 | Where canst thou fancy such an object Melina? |
A47379 | Where is Fernando? |
A47379 | Where is that valour, and that virtue gone? |
A47379 | Where is this Fire? |
A47379 | Which of the honourable wayes? |
A47379 | Whither that courage fled? |
A47379 | Who ha''s the wrong? |
A47379 | Who open''d it? |
A47379 | Who spoke first? |
A47379 | Why Florio, do you absent your self so much? |
A47379 | Why Pandora, he is descended of our own Blood, and his Estate proportionable to his Birth? |
A47379 | Why did not bright Cleandras Beauty burn? |
A47379 | Why do you now abstruct this happy course? |
A47379 | Why in such haste? |
A47379 | Why may you not stay here Mariana? |
A47379 | Why should I read his letter? |
A47379 | Why should not we, now make that wonder none? |
A47379 | Why so coy bright Beauty? |
A47379 | Why so fierce, and violent Ormasdes? |
A47379 | Why thus conceald then? |
A47379 | Why thus forsake the Light? |
A47379 | Why was not this Fire kindl''d untill now? |
A47379 | Will Lord Florio allow us Natives, no time to shew our conduct? |
A47379 | Will Ormasdes visit me? |
A47379 | Will no repentance? |
A47379 | Will you become my Judge? |
A47379 | Will you permit Ormasdes in your Boat? |
A47379 | Will you permit my Master to appear? |
A47379 | Will you stay the siege Sir? |
A47379 | Will you submit then, and obey it? |
A47379 | Will you, Ormasdes, please to bring her in? |
A47379 | Worse then Death to me; what might I not do? |
A47379 | Y. Tit: Is this his humour? |
A47379 | Yes, I could do more for you, if you''l permit me? |
A47379 | Yes, he''s without, and does by me desire You will admit him; — Why are you silent? |
A47379 | Yet say, when shall my thoughts so fixt remain? |
A47379 | You can have no interest, that I will not make mine: Speak Florio, is it Silviana? |
A47379 | You confound me Pedro, with hard words, is it any thing about the Sacks? |
A47379 | You have a Mistris then? |
A47379 | You have my consent my Lord, when the Duke approves it? |
A47379 | You have no Rivall Sir; the Princess sent me now to bring you to her, on a private visit: — do you believe me yet? |
A47379 | You have offended her some other way? |
A47379 | You tell me a story beyond belief Theodocia, Clear ● us playes with you all this while; he love? |
A47379 | You will not watch all night Ormasdes? |
A47379 | Your great successes have high thoughts begot, Above your Conquest, which I value not? |
A47379 | [ Embraces Lon:] Lon: What is all this Clearcus? |
A47379 | [ He turn ● s to Selindra and sees her looks angry —] Phil: Content: — can Selindra frown in jest? |
A47379 | [ She Sighes] Pan: And dost thou sigh already? |
A47379 | [ She is going out] Cecro: Why do you sly me, Madam? |
A47379 | [ Spaks aside] Phill: If I go to Prison? |
A47379 | a Warre within his owne Walls; Phillocles is this a time for private brawls? |
A47379 | all the House are up, pray stand close a while, — are you alone? |
A47379 | am I fall''n from? |
A47379 | am I so low In your esteem? |
A47379 | and Cecropius, take this fained love between Selindra and me? |
A47379 | and I am yours, suffice for words? |
A47379 | and We d by Proxie? |
A47379 | and all tho ● e glorious actions I have done, become my scandall? |
A47379 | and be so much concern''d for me? |
A47379 | and claim His Fathers Title to the Zelnian Crown; What may the hazzards, and the issue be? |
A47379 | and does not his wilde blood, runne in thy vaines? |
A47379 | and does not our Lawes condemn such Murtherers to Dye? |
A47379 | and fear to wake Lest this abundant blisse should vanquish quite, And so involve me in Eternal Night; May I presume to beg a favour yet? |
A47379 | and his service above all mens? |
A47379 | and how avoid it, if I do? |
A47379 | and how become the Crown, and Throne, now they are her own? |
A47379 | and how came you amongst them? |
A47379 | and how found? |
A47379 | and if miscarry? |
A47379 | and if she dine in publique? |
A47379 | and just? |
A47379 | and know your self to be the cause of it, can Phillocles be in danger? |
A47379 | and most suitable to my Quality? |
A47379 | and our courage, to serve our Prince? |
A47379 | and so dull? |
A47379 | and such Wealth, as Cleonel brings with him? |
A47379 | and that Crown upon thy head? |
A47379 | and then, where she walks this morning? |
A47379 | and this Rabble here? |
A47379 | and this your Treat, To strangers? |
A47379 | and was not Selindra accessary? |
A47379 | and what troubles you my Dear Sister? |
A47379 | and where Florio gone? |
A47379 | and where be all our goods? |
A47379 | and will not his death, be our ruine if we stay here? |
A47379 | are Phillocles and you alone return''d? |
A47379 | are not all the Wenches in that Street, your Pentioners? |
A47379 | are not my Father and my Brothers dead? |
A47379 | are they dead? |
A47379 | are thy own flames so weak? |
A47379 | are you not well? |
A47379 | art thou mad still? |
A47379 | as at first sight, to part With it to you? |
A47379 | as if I valued safety, at a higher rate then Honour? |
A47379 | as if there were no honesty, nor virtue but in such chast breasts as yours? |
A47379 | as in Armes? |
A47379 | as to admit of no other Suitor? |
A47379 | as you would mine? |
A47379 | before he knowes how she resents her Friends deaths? |
A47379 | begin my tryal; — By your good leave Lady — T is not here; — nor is it this; — nor is it you Lady? |
A47379 | but how must this Charitable work be done? |
A47379 | but how shall we answer at the Resurrection? |
A47379 | but if his designe be, to raise a private Gentleman unto his Dukedome? |
A47379 | by what hour she will be drest? |
A47379 | by which he was so blinded? |
A47379 | by whom brought hither? |
A47379 | can have any value for a woman wanderer? |
A47379 | can he forget my crimes? |
A47379 | can it be? |
A47379 | can she be angry with you, for loving her too much? |
A47379 | can these Tears fall for her Fathers absence a few dayes? |
A47379 | can you Lonzartes shew me one young man, that looks as he were guilty? |
A47379 | can you doubt such Love? |
A47379 | can you doubt to trust a person? |
A47379 | can you so soon forget your last nights professions? |
A47379 | can you think smiles would become my face? |
A47379 | can your soft heart, Conceal a thought of ill? |
A47379 | canst thou fight? |
A47379 | canst thou wish me merry, when thou considerest my Condition? |
A47379 | desire New dangers? |
A47379 | did I apprehend with cause? |
A47379 | did you not declare against all Women, that you could conquer? |
A47379 | did you not observe how the Princess came to me? |
A47379 | do I over vallew the benefits receiv''d? |
A47379 | do you fear? |
A47379 | do you so? |
A47379 | do you think my lips, my heart Does hold so loose? |
A47379 | do you yield yet? |
A47379 | does Florio yet approach? |
A47379 | does not my Face declare, my heart does love? |
A47379 | does your Majesty think me A man, worthy of so great Felicitie? |
A47379 | does your heart with your health comply? |
A47379 | doest thou know which of the Guard took that? |
A47379 | doest thou mock me? |
A47379 | dost thou desire that thy desires may not be answered? |
A47379 | dost thou know me? |
A47379 | dost thou love him? |
A47379 | for a Prince''s favour? |
A47379 | for if Princes be Born Credulous? |
A47379 | for our Vira- goships? |
A47379 | for so high a concerne; who ere beheld a Nobler object? |
A47379 | for the greatest blessing, men have on Earth? |
A47379 | forgive? |
A47379 | from whence does my guilt arise? |
A47379 | from whence is this value of Astella? |
A47379 | had I not better dye? |
A47379 | has that viper vext thee? |
A47379 | have my sorrowes wrought such a change, that Pollinesso should not know me? |
A47379 | have no caution for his Faith; why may not he at the next Sally doe? |
A47379 | have they done sucking? |
A47379 | have we the better argument? |
A47379 | have you any ground For this? |
A47379 | have you made vowes against me? |
A47379 | have you so mean thoughts of me? |
A47379 | have you visited the Ladies before they are drest? |
A47379 | heart: — Why do you start? |
A47379 | how can Hungary be yours? |
A47379 | how can innocence be justifyed? |
A47379 | how can you avoid Cleonel? |
A47379 | how come you by this impudence? |
A47379 | how comes this Newes? |
A47379 | how cruel is your doom? |
A47379 | how cruel, and unnaturall a deed is this? |
A47379 | how did Pollinesso bear himself? |
A47379 | how did she escape? |
A47379 | how do you think Astellas selfe will receive you? |
A47379 | how does it work with them? |
A47379 | how does my brother? |
A47379 | how does she bear her Father and her brothers losse? |
A47379 | how does she look on Phillocles? |
A47379 | how have I been mis- informed? |
A47379 | how have I lost your favour? |
A47379 | how near? |
A47379 | how soon will feeble strokes discover our faint hearts? |
A47379 | how strongly been misled, by my affection to Clearcus? |
A47379 | how then, May Valeriana''s beauty guilty be? |
A47379 | how will his honour be concern''d? |
A47379 | how will you beare such a partner in his friendship? |
A47379 | if I with a few more, do hazzard to his Tent? |
A47379 | if all this be argument for so unworthy a distrust? |
A47379 | if it be Love? |
A47379 | if she declares she would have you? |
A47379 | if she will deserve it? |
A47379 | if so brave a man, will allow such ● lattery? |
A47379 | if the good Duke would give me imployment fit for his Kinsman? |
A47379 | if thou hast a remedy against Love? |
A47379 | in what health now? |
A47379 | in what temper is he? |
A47379 | in what they undertake: — how strangely dull was I, that did not all this while by sympathetick Love, her Sex discerne, through this disguise? |
A47379 | is Fernando a better friend then I? |
A47379 | is Silvander vanished? |
A47379 | is any Lady of this Court, so happy? |
A47379 | is he fit for pardon? |
A47379 | is it a Crime to vallue Virtue? |
A47379 | is it so? |
A47379 | is it within my reach? |
A47379 | is she not dead still? |
A47379 | is that the matter? |
A47379 | is there such affinity between love, and hate? |
A47379 | is your trust So great? |
A47379 | is''t not so or so? |
A47379 | it takes Ordella, beyond our hopes; did you observe how my Father eyed us, while he talked to Pollidor? |
A47379 | know you any of note there? |
A47379 | knows Cleandra this? |
A47379 | make Him lesse worthy? |
A47379 | may I know if your heart inhabit here? |
A47379 | may he not think my quality unfit to be his Wife? |
A47379 | may you not stay one day longer with me? |
A47379 | methinks she looks as if she would do it to the life Ordella? |
A47379 | more then we all see in him? |
A47379 | must I for ever own Your benefits? |
A47379 | must I get a Cloris to sigh after? |
A47379 | must I ravish her? |
A47379 | must this Scene of Love, Fall from its height? |
A47379 | my Esteem can not be call''d love, beyond what Duty, and Obedience does allow; — but how does Silvander receive this great Honour? |
A47379 | my amazement is beyond the sence of my deliverance; — what are you Sir? |
A47379 | my suddain joy had slain me: Polli: What is this she sayes? |
A47379 | no inclination for another, you would have? |
A47379 | nor no pennance serve, To wash away my Sins against your Sex; Will you, that Universall quarrel we d? |
A47379 | one, that you neglect such honour? |
A47379 | or any so old, who would be thought so weak? |
A47379 | or can you think Lascares will consider such a life as yours, when it does interpose between the Crown of Hungary and him? |
A47379 | or did I dreame? |
A47379 | or do you call It happinesse? |
A47379 | or do you designe to set up your young favourite, for the Court Idoll? |
A47379 | or has great Mars put Venus figure on? |
A47379 | or how disguise your love from my Father? |
A47379 | or is Clearcus onely merry with you? |
A47379 | or is it for what I utter? |
A47379 | or is it reall what I see? |
A47379 | or is it some divine meditation, thus transports you? |
A47379 | or is this a Phantosm that I think I see? |
A47379 | or must I die? |
A47379 | or on command? |
A47379 | or that I will omit any endeavour, to preserve her from it? |
A47379 | or we desire? |
A47379 | or who can better plead your suit then I? |
A47379 | pray what is sack''d? |
A47379 | pray where can she make a better choice? |
A47379 | prethee make me understand what thou wouldest have Pandora do? |
A47379 | save This Excellence? |
A47379 | say Selindra, when shall our Court flourish in triumphs for your Wedding? |
A47379 | shall I call the Surgeons? |
A47379 | shall I shake at Thunder, that can not reach me? |
A47379 | shall it be said? |
A47379 | shall she make love to you? |
A47379 | shalt set ever next my heart; — give me thy hand Ordella, and thine Phillocles; What wealth is there beyond these? |
A47379 | she must value what her self has made worthy of her self; for so wilt thou be, if thy wandring fancy, were once fixt? |
A47379 | speak Ordella, what danger? |
A47379 | speak? |
A47379 | such as deale by Magick; how is it possible? |
A47379 | that I could wish his fancy were fix''d on Silviana;) — may I yet know your quality? |
A47379 | that I should know Florios heart? |
A47379 | that can disturb you thus? |
A47379 | that do belong to chast imbraces? |
A47379 | that is to Cleonels embraces; I must see her: — is Cecropious, or Cleonel within? |
A47379 | that my shatred heart, can yet finde no joy to entertaine so great a Guest as you; nor inquire what accident did bring you hither? |
A47379 | that so late inforc''d my stay? |
A47379 | that you as yet, have none? |
A47379 | that you can doubt I will be just? |
A47379 | that: — Lon: Why so sad fond lover? |
A47379 | the designe is plaine; and time for me to hazzard now? |
A47379 | the honour of men fall''n? |
A47379 | the same day I marry? |
A47379 | them; — Why should not Womens hearts agree with such a strength, as our Arms have to mannage this Sword? |
A47379 | then to make a marriage between so great a Princess, and the King of Hungary? |
A47379 | then, how she intends to passe her time till night? |
A47379 | think you Lonzartes is in love with me? |
A47379 | think you Pandora did reject me, in compliance with my humour only? |
A47379 | though not by thy hand butchered, yet by thy attempts they fell; is not the glory of our name extinguish''d? |
A47379 | though you are pleas''d to dye? |
A47379 | to a Prince, so much greater then my selfe? |
A47379 | to blush for going to a merry meeting? |
A47379 | to divert us in the time of sally, what newes from Fernando? |
A47379 | to gain your Faith? |
A47379 | to make me happy? |
A47379 | to see the whole Court concerned for you? |
A47379 | to see you thus distracted, and all my hopes of future joyes dying in me? |
A47379 | towards the man You have excus''d? |
A47379 | walking alone? |
A47379 | was all thy passions counterfeit, the other day? |
A47379 | way to winne this foolish Girle, I am angerd even to hate her, yet can not chuse but love her; — but why should I loose this opportunity? |
A47379 | we pitty you, and have some fears Pandoras heart will break, when we relate your mighty sufferings; — but if I should sit thus in the dark? |
A47379 | we will all adore him too: — But suppose some Lady should gaine an interest in Florio''s heart? |
A47379 | were not my private cautions of Camillo, worthy your best Providence? |
A47379 | what a sin were it in you? |
A47379 | what an affront to this good company, pray speak Gentlemen, is any here of his opinion? |
A47379 | what assurance have? |
A47379 | what cause hast thou to weep? |
A47379 | what do I see? |
A47379 | what do you find in me, So slight? |
A47379 | what do, to beget faith in thee? |
A47379 | what do? |
A47379 | what does this story mean? |
A47379 | what fears? |
A47379 | what guilt frights you into this dispaire? |
A47379 | what has Ormasdes ever done? |
A47379 | what have I done, to loose your favour? |
A47379 | what have you done? |
A47379 | what have you lost? |
A47379 | what her self desires? |
A47379 | what is your concern? |
A47379 | what joyes beyond those I feel? |
A47379 | what kind of security do you require? |
A47379 | what mighty things do those by thee inspir''d produce? |
A47379 | what new disease congeales my blood? |
A47379 | what new piece have you got? |
A47379 | what satisfaction for Camillos crime, can you demand? |
A47379 | what sayes my dearest Sister? |
A47379 | what shall then become of Hungary, and Astella? |
A47379 | what strange looks Do you put on? |
A47379 | what strange unwonted pains I feel? |
A47379 | what then? |
A47379 | what vengeance will his just anger finde out for me? |
A47379 | what will their whole lives have to joy at after? |
A47379 | what wonders do I see? |
A47379 | when Florio like a sullen Cloud, does interpose between the Sunne, that us''d to shine on me? |
A47379 | when it goes high, Like mine? |
A47379 | when it may be disputed, whether the gods approve them? |
A47379 | when the Hungarians are at your Gates? |
A47379 | when to her devotions? |
A47379 | where can I find rest? |
A47379 | where is that courage sled? |
A47379 | where is the crime? |
A47379 | where is your wonted mercy? |
A47379 | where the Princess? |
A47379 | where will he show, That Nations do Embassadors allow To be so barbarously base, as he? |
A47379 | where''s the wonder? |
A47379 | which invites you to this insolent way of Wooeing? |
A47379 | whither is that goodnesse fled? |
A47379 | whither will you dragge me? |
A47379 | who can change my mind as often as your self? |
A47379 | who can have so hard a heart? |
A47379 | who dares threaten her? |
A47379 | who is there now in Greece more scorn''d then Phillocles? |
A47379 | who so fit as I, To watch? |
A47379 | who you never saw; why does your Highness seek a Woman that has never oblidged you? |
A47379 | why do I doubt to Dye? |
A47379 | why do not the streets ring, with acclamations for our Victory? |
A47379 | why do you doubt? |
A47379 | why do you intend so great a trouble to your self? |
A47379 | why fear we to offend those powers she did invoke? |
A47379 | why fill''d my Sails, With such propitious winds? |
A47379 | why is virtue prays''d, and taught us? |
A47379 | why put you Scepters into Womens trust? |
A47379 | why so frighted my Phylora? |
A47379 | why such sorrowes in thy face? |
A47379 | why would you have me runne the hazzard, to loose that happinesse I now am sure of? |
A47379 | will Greece afford us none? |
A47379 | will a relation from me, your fellow wanderer, have credit with the World? |
A47379 | will it not beget suspitions of my credit? |
A47379 | will not his rage, raise a revenge as ruinous, as this you would have me fly from? |
A47379 | will not the man be blest? |
A47379 | will not to morrow night be time enough? |
A47379 | will thy daring heart aspire? |
A47379 | will you condemne My life, and Honour? |
A47379 | will you let such a Beauty, of so high virtue and extraction dye for you? |
A47379 | will you not look on me? |
A47379 | will you think your selfe into the other World? |
A47379 | wilt thou betray my trust? |
A47379 | winne Ladies hearts? |
A47379 | would it create the like Angelical Idea in my brain, Clearcus? |
A47379 | you dare not let me know, What you dare do? |
A47379 | you expect? |
A47379 | your Spirits seem to be return''d, are you yet strong enough to ride on? |
A47379 | your fears? |
A47379 | your life? |
A47379 | — Antillacus, do I wake? |
A47379 | — But if his Arguments should not prevail? |
A47379 | — But why Ormasdes do you tremble so? |
A47379 | — But would''st thou have me live? |
A47379 | — Can the good Gods to her be so unkind? |
A47379 | — Does the Person you love so much, live here? |
A47379 | — How ill shall I repay his service past? |
A47379 | — I am now going to my Sister, whom I have not seen since my last sally: shall I have your company? |
A47379 | — I saw you under the window, when I threw down my red Cabinet; pray where be they all? |
A47379 | — If she should perish so? |
A47379 | — Is not this truth Valeriana? |
A47379 | — Is this a fit design, to set up your Title to the Dukedome? |
A47379 | — Is your great heart Ormasdes, onely made For dangerous attempts? |
A47379 | — My heart, my heart Lorenzo, shrinks away so fast, that I shall fall; — how dull were we Silviana? |
A47379 | — Phillocles are thy thoughts yet for Belgrade? |
A47379 | — Shall I dare to enter upon such a state of bliss? |
A47379 | — Suppose my dear Couzin Pandora, have like affection unto you; and puts on this severity to others, in design onely to gaine you? |
A47379 | — Sure Madam, you mistake; how can it be? |
A47379 | — What a strange height of bliss? |
A47379 | — What have I said? |
A47379 | — What newes Armanthus? |
A47379 | — Why then, should selfe slaughter be a sinne? |
A47379 | — Will Phillocles forsake the List? |
A47379 | — Will you know now? |
A47379 | — am not I yet worthy to be trusted with your concernes? |
A47379 | — and that is Ordellas leave to love her: — but Sir, have you no room for Selindra in your heart? |
A47379 | — are they all at rest say you? |
A47379 | — but say; are you so farre gone? |
A47379 | — by Selindra''s self I swear, my only businesse is to save that life you threaten; — does my heart and my looks so ill agree? |
A47379 | — can you not yet call to minde your unfortunate Cousin Celestina, in this face? |
A47379 | — come, shall I know Cloris yet? |
A47379 | — does not the Dukes love, grow higher and higher still? |
A47379 | — has she any mercy yet for Phillocles? |
A47379 | — has the sad tale of Hungary, drawn these tears from your fair Eyes Madam? |
A47379 | — have my crimes, alter''d me so much? |
A47379 | — how have I walk''d in the dark,''till now? |
A47379 | — how is it Brother? |
A47379 | — if then so great a happinesse, unto my selfe accrue? |
A47379 | — is he as great in sorrow? |
A47379 | — no change yet? |
A47379 | — shall I dare to think you can forgive my unworthy jealousie? |
A47379 | — speak Surgeon does he live? |
A47379 | — the honour of your grear Family is concern''d in my disguise; if I survive this scandall I have rais''d? |
A47379 | — was it Pollinesso that he named? |
A47379 | — was it for this? |
A47379 | — were all your Jewels there Clara? |
A47379 | — what crymes? |
A47379 | — what means this rudenesse? |
A47379 | — what newes Tigillo? |
A47379 | — whence then is this noyse I hear? |
A47379 | — where get you such manly hearts? |
A47379 | — where is Prince Lorenzo? |
A47379 | — why all this to me? |
A47379 | — why so amaz''d Sir? |
A47379 | — why then do you create evills in your fancy? |
A47379 | — will he outfight? |
A47379 | — you have heard, how Ferraras hot- headed Duke, prepares an Army for a Warre with Urbin? |
A47379 | — — Why should we thus, our honest thoughts disguise? |
A47379 | — — Will you not answer? |
A47379 | ● elin: Did I call him Lord, Madam? |