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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| 15074 | After this, who will trust the gratitude of a Common- wealth? |
| 15074 | And amongst them all, what will become of those fine Speculative Wits, who drew the Plan of this new Government, and who overthrew the old? |
| 15074 | And if he must justifie his own proceedings to their whole Body, how can he do it but by blaming their Representatives? |
| 15074 | And was not his fortune necessitous enough at all times, to catch at an impunity, which was baited with Rewards to bribe him? |
| 15074 | And where are then the principles of Vertue, Honour and Religion, which they would persuade the World, have animated their endeavours for the publick? |
| 15074 | But I would ask him in the first place, if an Appeal be to be made, to whom can the King Appeal, but to his People? |
| 15074 | But since there have been, how could the King complain more modestly, or in terms more expressing Grief, than Indignation? |
| 15074 | But what if he thinks not their Party fit to be intrusted, least they should employ it against his Person? |
| 15074 | But who shall Judge when it shall be proper to put an end to such a Parliament? |
| 15074 | Did his Majesty stifle the Plot when he offered them, or did they refuse to sound the depth of it, when they would not touch upon them? |
| 15074 | Had he not the benefit of so many Proclamations, to have come in before, if he then knew any thing worth discovery? |
| 15074 | How comes it to pass that our Author shuffles the two French Dutchesses together? |
| 15074 | Is he grown so purblind, that he can not distinguish Friends from Foes? |
| 15074 | Is she so quickly become an old acquaintance, that none of the politick assignations at her Lodgings are remembred? |
| 15074 | Now whose will be the fault in common reason, if the Allyances be not supported, and_ Tangier_ not relieved? |
| 15074 | Or why, after the execution of the Lord_ Stafford_, did the House of Commons stop at the other Lords, and not proceed to try them in their turns? |
| 15074 | T. Hanmer''s(?) |
| 15074 | What then would become of our ancient Privilege to be tryed_ per pares_? |
| 15074 | What were they before they were thus Angry? |
| 15074 | and incroaching into Soveraignty and Arbitrary Power themselves, while they seem''d to fear it from the King? |
| 15074 | and that the Exclusion must first pass? |
| 15074 | of which the one is an_ Italian_, the other a_ French_ Woman, and an_ English_ Dutchess? |
| 15074 | or more truly was it ever intended to be urged? |
| 15074 | or that his House of Commons should Fetter him beyond any of his Predecessors? |
| 15074 | or what way is left him to obviate the causes of such complaints for the future, but this gentle admonishment for what is past? |
| 15074 | or what would they be, could they make so firm an Interest in Court, that they might venture themselves in that bottom? |
| 15074 | or who counsel''d the dissolution of the Tripple League? |
| 15074 | who gave the rise to the present greatness of the_ French_? |
| 14947 | And for what reason? |
| 14947 | And what do you imagine would become of you,said the holy man,"supposing you should be killed in this action, and in the condition you now are?" |
| 14947 | For the rest,said they,"what have we more to fear this day than we had yesterday? |
| 14947 | How, Father Francis,said the pilot,"are you fearful with so fair a wind? |
| 14947 | The devil, by his malicious suggestions, tempts the greatest part of those who have devoted themselves to God''s service:''What make you there?'' 14947 Where are those people,"said he,"who dare to confine the power of Almighty God, and have so mean an apprehension of our Saviour''s love and grace? |
| 14947 | Wretched creature,said the father to him,"what had become of thee, if thou hadst died of this fall?" |
| 14947 | A passenger, who shook with fear, demanded of him,"With what courage he could sing, when he was just upon the brink of death?" |
| 14947 | After all, what inconvenience or danger can it be to embrace their law? |
| 14947 | After mass was ended, he looked round him, and not seeing him for whom he searched,"What is become of my host?" |
| 14947 | After the ordinary embracements, which were more tender than ever, he enquired if none were sick within the college? |
| 14947 | Ah, what profits it a man to gain the universe, and lose his soul?" |
| 14947 | And after that, what will become of our families, whose only subsistence is from the offerings which are made to the pagods? |
| 14947 | And how could he imprint the principles of the divine law into their hearts, who had not the least sense of humanity? |
| 14947 | And what has been the merit of their descendants, that they should be more favourably treated than their predecessors?" |
| 14947 | And whither is he dragged by his unhappy destiny?" |
| 14947 | Are there any hearts hard enough to resist the influences of the Most High, when it pleases him to soften and to change them? |
| 14947 | Being answered, that he was already in open sea;"What could urge him,"continued he,"to so prompt a resolution? |
| 14947 | Being one day together with the Father, in a private part of the ship, Xavier asked him, to whom he had confessed himself before he went on shipboard? |
| 14947 | Being one day together, and talking familiarly, Xavier asked Annez, if the year had been good for the Portugal merchants? |
| 14947 | But what profits it to have escaped the sword, when, they must die of hunger? |
| 14947 | But what victory can truth obtain over souls which find their interest in following error, and who make profession of deceiving the common people? |
| 14947 | But what would not the neighbouring provinces attempt, to revenge the injury done to their divinities? |
| 14947 | But, on the other side, what hopes ought we not to conceive, under the auspices and promise of Father Francis?" |
| 14947 | But, what can the demons and their ministers do against me? |
| 14947 | For example, demand of them, what persons they have wronged? |
| 14947 | For, can there be a more cruel death, than to live without Jesus Christ, after once we have tasted of him? |
| 14947 | He sent for them before him, and asked them, in the face of all his nobles, of what country they were, and what business brought them to Japan? |
| 14947 | How shameful would it seem to behold an apostolical legate washing his own linen on the deck, and dressing his own victuals?" |
| 14947 | If I should happen to die by their hands, who knows but all of them might receive the faith? |
| 14947 | Is any thing more hard, than to abandon him, that we may satisfy our own inclinations? |
| 14947 | Let all the powers of hell break loose upon me, I despise them, provided God be on my side; for if he be for us, who shall be against us?" |
| 14947 | Might they not take occasion from it to violate their promises to God, when they should find me wanting to the duty of my ministry? |
| 14947 | Shall then the Isle del Moro be the only place, which shall receive no benefit of redemption? |
| 14947 | The saint walking one day through the streets, happened to meet a Portuguese of his acquaintance; and immediately asked him,"how he was in health?" |
| 14947 | The saint, who perceived whither the discourse tended, asked him, very civilly,"of what age he might be?" |
| 14947 | The sick man was told, that Father Francis was just arrived; and was asked if he should not be glad to see him? |
| 14947 | They added haughtily, that it is true he was a king; but what a kind of king was a profane man? |
| 14947 | They asked him the occasion of his outcry, and why he shook in that manner? |
| 14947 | This being done, I repeated the creed singly; and, insisting on every particular article, asked, if they certainly believed it? |
| 14947 | Thus our whole success being in the hands of God, what cause of distrust or fear is it possible for us to have? |
| 14947 | To what degree did those first men sin, to become unworthy of such a favour? |
| 14947 | Was it for him to be the arbiter of religion, and to judge the gods? |
| 14947 | Were you not advised to leave Malacca, and return to Portugal?" |
| 14947 | What justice was it to punish those who transgressed a law, which it was impossible to keep? |
| 14947 | What make you here, where all things are at quiet? |
| 14947 | What testimony do you desire from me, of those truths which I have declared to you?" |
| 14947 | What therefore will become of them, when they rise up against their sects, and reprehend their vices?" |
| 14947 | When he had recovered his senses, Xavier demanded of him, what thoughts he had, when he was at the point of perishing? |
| 14947 | Whensoever they present themselves before you in the sacred tribunal, interrogate that sort of people, by what means they grow so rich? |
| 14947 | Why did he not descend from heaven, and make himself man, to redeem human kind, by his death and sufferings, as soon as ever man was guilty? |
| 14947 | Why has he suffered us to live in blindness, and this Bonza of Portugal to receive these wonderful illuminations? |
| 14947 | Will neither his passion, his death, nor all his blood, suffice to soften the hardness of your heart?" |
| 14947 | Xavier went one day to visit him about dinner time:"Are you willing,"said the Father,"that we should begin an acquaintance by dining together?" |
| 14947 | Xavier, who knew nothing of this misfortune, asked him the reason of his sorrow? |
| 14947 | and how are you able to endure the sight of her?" |
| 14947 | and to whom can we have recourse besides him? |
| 14947 | answered Annez;"is it not because the Atoghia has once formerly sprung a leak? |
| 14947 | are our forefathers burning in hellfire, because they did not adore a God who was unknown to them, and observed not a law which never was declared?" |
| 14947 | are you so dejected for so slight an accident?" |
| 14947 | can you believe these things of such a wretch as I am?" |
| 14947 | he secretly whispers;''See you not that you do but lose your labour?'' |
| 14947 | what secret they have to make their offices and employments bring them in such mighty sums? |
| 14947 | why did he not expect the ship which comes from Canton? |
| 11578 | 10 What should a poet do? |
| 11578 | 1110 What then remains, but, after past annoy, To take the good vicissitude of joy? |
| 11578 | 2 What passion can not Music raise and quell? |
| 11578 | 20 Without our blood our liberties we have: Who that is free would fight to be a slave? |
| 11578 | 200 Nor Cybele, with half so kind an eye, Survey''d her sons and daughters of the sky; Proud, shall I say, of her immortal fruit? |
| 11578 | 230 Or want you aught that here you hope to find, Or travel for some trouble in your mind? |
| 11578 | 240 Or who had done the offence? |
| 11578 | 3 Great God of love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can evade, And change the laws of every land? |
| 11578 | 350 Is this the custom of King Arthur''s court? |
| 11578 | 380 Who now but Arcite mourns his bitter fate, Finds his dear purchase, and repents too late? |
| 11578 | 4 What''s this, you''ll say, to us and our vocation? |
| 11578 | 50 But how should any sign- post dauber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo? |
| 11578 | 50 Or envy you my praise, and would destroy With grief my pleasures, and pollute my joy? |
| 11578 | 520 Or, how can he reward a virtuous deed, Which is not done by us; but first decreed? |
| 11578 | 530 Why both the bands in worship disagree, And some adore the flower, and some the tree? |
| 11578 | 560 For what the devil had their sex to do, That, born to folly, they presumed to know, And could not see the serpent in the grass? |
| 11578 | 80 What help from art''s endeavours can we have? |
| 11578 | And did not Croesus the same death foresee, Raised in his vision on a lofty tree? |
| 11578 | And he, to raise his voice, with artful care,( What will not beaux attempt to please the fair?) |
| 11578 | And is this all that troubles you so sore? |
| 11578 | And know''st thou not, no law is made for love? |
| 11578 | And shall I conclude my pains? |
| 11578 | And what the devil couldst thou wish me more? |
| 11578 | And who the knights in green, and what the train Of ladies dress''d with daisies on the plain? |
| 11578 | Are all round- table knights of such a sort? |
| 11578 | Are the times so much more reformed now, than they were five- and- twenty years ago? |
| 11578 | Believe me, my loved lord,''tis much unkind; What fury has possess''d your alter''d mind? |
| 11578 | But what are those, said I, the unconquer''d nine, Who, crown''d with laurel- wreaths, in golden armour shine? |
| 11578 | But whence art thou inspired, and thou alone, To flourish in an idiom not thy own? |
| 11578 | But why should I these renegades describe, When you yourselves have seen a lewder tribe? |
| 11578 | Canst thou pretend desire, whom zeal inflamed To worship, and a power celestial named? |
| 11578 | Confess the truth, which of you has not laid 20 Four farthings out to buy the Hatfield maid? |
| 11578 | Cut the curl''d hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows: And turn your faces from the sun, Answer me, if this be done? |
| 11578 | For how can mortal eyes sustain immortal light? |
| 11578 | For how can that Eternal Power be just To punish man, who sins because he must? |
| 11578 | Has not great Jonson''s learning often fail''d? |
| 11578 | Hast thou no manly heart, and hast a beard? |
| 11578 | Have not some writing actors, in this age, 30 Deserved and found success upon the stage? |
| 11578 | Hold; would you admit For judges all you see within the pit? |
| 11578 | How couldst thou suffer thy devoted knight On thy own day to fall by foe oppress''d, The wight of all the world who served thee best? |
| 11578 | How dares your pride presume against my laws, As in a listed field to fight your cause? |
| 11578 | How darest thou talk of love, and darest not fight? |
| 11578 | How darest thou tell thy dame thou art affear''d? |
| 11578 | How''s this? |
| 11578 | If this were wit, was this a time to be witty, when the poor wretch was in the agony of death? |
| 11578 | If you tralineate from your father''s mind, What are you else but of a bastard kind? |
| 11578 | Is the sacrifice made fit? |
| 11578 | Is then the peerage of England anything dishonoured, when a peer suffers for his treason? |
| 11578 | Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds, To meet my triumph in ill- omen''d weeds? |
| 11578 | May we presume to say, that, at thy birth, New joy was sprung in heaven, as well as here on earth? |
| 11578 | More would''st thou know? |
| 11578 | Must England still the scene of changes be, Tost and tempestuous, like our ambient sea? |
| 11578 | Must still our weather and our wills agree? |
| 11578 | Now, what should Arthur do? |
| 11578 | Now, where are the successors to my name? |
| 11578 | Oh, now it begins, and the gun- room grows hot, Ply it with culverin and with small shot; Hark, does it not thunder? |
| 11578 | One doubt remains, said I, the dames in green, What were their qualities, and who their queen? |
| 11578 | Or are you injured, and demand relief? |
| 11578 | Or does your justice, power, or prescience fail, 480 When the good suffer, and the bad prevail? |
| 11578 | Or who can shun inevitable fate? |
| 11578 | Or, what can wars to after- times assure, Of which our present age is not secure? |
| 11578 | Or, which is duller yet, and more would spite us, Democritus his wars with Heraclitus? |
| 11578 | Ought he to thank his kinsman or his wife, Could tears recall him into wretched life? |
| 11578 | Saw you not her, so graceful to behold, In white attire, and crown''d with radiant gold? |
| 11578 | Shall I marry the man I love? |
| 11578 | Since then our Arcite is with honour dead, Why should we mourn, that he so soon is freed, Or call untimely, what the gods decreed? |
| 11578 | Still will the jealous queen pursue our race? |
| 11578 | Suppose I had the better end o''the staff, Why should I help the ill- natured world to laugh? |
| 11578 | Suppose( which yet I grant not) thy desire A moment elder than my rival fire; Can chance of seeing first thy title prove? |
| 11578 | Tell me, said Theseus, what and whence you are, And why this funeral pageant you prepare? |
| 11578 | Temptations are in beauty, and in youth, And how can you depend upon my truth? |
| 11578 | The King of Heaven was in a manger laid, And took his earth but from an humble maid; Then what can birth, or mortal men, bestow? |
| 11578 | The question, whose solution I require, Is, What the sex of women most desire? |
| 11578 | Though I, said he, did ne''er in thought offend, How justly may my lord suspect his friend? |
| 11578 | Thus Arcite: and thus Palamon replies,( Eager his tone and ardent were his eyes): Speak''st thou in earnest, or in jesting vein? |
| 11578 | To thank the gracious gods for what they give, Possess our souls, and while we live, to live? |
| 11578 | To this the knight: Good mother, would you know The secret cause and spring of all my woe? |
| 11578 | Unask''d the royal grant; no marshal by, As knightly rites require; nor judge to try? |
| 11578 | We dare not on your privilege intrench, Or ask you why you like them? |
| 11578 | Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found? |
| 11578 | Were they content to prune the lavish vine Of straggling branches, and improve the wine, Who but a madman would his thoughts defend? |
| 11578 | What Nostradame, with all his art, can guess The fate of our approaching Prophetess? |
| 11578 | What bring they to fill out a poet''s fame? |
| 11578 | What can we do, when mimicking a fop, Like beating nut- trees, makes a larger crop? |
| 11578 | What can we say to excuse our second fall? |
| 11578 | What could the author of"Limberham"know of love, or the author of"MacFlecknoe"of pity? |
| 11578 | What further fear of danger can there be? |
| 11578 | What greater curse could envious Fortune give, Than just to die, when I began to live? |
| 11578 | What have I gain''d, he said, in prison pent, If I but change my bonds for banishment? |
| 11578 | What if some one, inspired with zeal, should call, Come, let''s go cry, God save him at Whitehall? |
| 11578 | What makes all this, but Jupiter the king, At whose command we perish, and we spring? |
| 11578 | What passion can not Music raise and quell? |
| 11578 | What region of the earth''s so dull That is not of your labours full? |
| 11578 | What safety could their public acts afford? |
| 11578 | What state of life can be so blest As love, that warms a lover''s breast? |
| 11578 | What wonder, madam, if I move my side, 370 When, if I turn, I turn to such a bride? |
| 11578 | What worse to wretched virtue could befall, If fate or giddy fortune govern''d all? |
| 11578 | What would Ovid have done on this occasion? |
| 11578 | What would these madmen have? |
| 11578 | What would you say, if we should first begin To stop the trade of love behind the scene, Where actresses make bold with married men? |
| 11578 | While sore of battle, while our wounds are green, Why should we tempt the doubtful die again? |
| 11578 | Who blindfold walks upon a river''s brim, When he should see, has he deserved to swim? |
| 11578 | Who now but Palamon exults with joy? |
| 11578 | Whom would he then except, or on what score? |
| 11578 | Why enlarge on a poem, almost every line of which has become a proverb? |
| 11578 | Why should he quit for hopes his certain good, And loathe the manna of his daily food? |
| 11578 | Why should we then fear these, our enemies, That rather seem to us like deities? |
| 11578 | Why wouldst thou go, with one consent they cry, When thou hadst gold enough, and Emily? |
| 11578 | Would any man, who is ready to die for love, describe his passion like Narcissus? |
| 11578 | Would he think of_ inopem me copia fecit_, and a dozen more of such expressions, poured on the neck of one another, and signifying all the same thing? |
| 11578 | and why they had so despicable an opinion of their judges, as to thrust their indigested stuff upon them, as if they deserved no better? |
| 11578 | behold yon breaking purple cloud; Hear''st thou not hymns and songs divinely loud? |
| 11578 | do mortal men in vain 420 Of fortune, fate, or Providence complain? |
| 11578 | is the race of human kind your care, Beyond what all his fellow- creatures are? |
| 11578 | nay, that''s impossible, said he, What change of age or ugliness can be? |
| 11578 | of what? |
| 11578 | there''s the spell, Who can see them, and not rebel? |
| 11578 | to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? |
| 11578 | to whom? |
| 11578 | what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ''s praise? |
| 11578 | whither can we flee from Thy Spirit?" |
| 11578 | who judged the cause? |
| 11578 | why in arms together met? |
| 11578 | why should vain man pursue, With endless toil, each object that is new, And for the seeming substance leave the true? |
| 11578 | why were we hurried down This lubrique and adulterate age,( Nay added fat pollutions of our own,) To increase the streaming ordures of the stage? |
| 11488 | 140 But why should James or his young hero stay For slight presages of a name or day? |
| 11488 | 180 The head[84] is loyal which thy heart commands, But what''s a head with two such gouty hands? |
| 11488 | 180 Where sold he bargains, whip- stitch, kiss my a-- e, Promised a play, and dwindled to a farce? |
| 11488 | 250 With odious atheist names[123] you load your foes; Your liberal clergy why did I expose? |
| 11488 | 280 Did we a lawful tyranny displace, To set aloft a bastard of the race? |
| 11488 | 320 Whom has he wrong''d, in all his peaceful reign? |
| 11488 | 330 How can I praise, or blame, and not offend, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? |
| 11488 | 360 Why should I then repine at Heaven''s decree, Which gives me no pretence to royalty? |
| 11488 | 380 Shall then the Testament award the right? |
| 11488 | 480 How can she censure, or what crime pretend, But Scripture may be construed to defend? |
| 11488 | 490 How answering to its end a Church is made, Whose power is but to counsel and persuade? |
| 11488 | 5 How shall I then begin, or where conclude, To draw a fame so truly circular? |
| 11488 | 6 What peace can be, where both to one pretend? |
| 11488 | 70 How shall I then my doubtful thoughts express, That must his sufferings both regret and bless? |
| 11488 | 780 Nor is the people''s judgment always true: The most may err as grossly as the few? |
| 11488 | 810 Now what relief can righteous David bring? |
| 11488 | 900 For, could their pride brook any prince''s sway, Whom but mild David would they choose to obey? |
| 11488 | 900 The Panther ask''d what concord there could be Betwixt two kinds whose natures disagree? |
| 11488 | 970 That praise was his; what therefore did remain For following chiefs, but boldly to maintain That crown restored? |
| 11488 | After they have so long contended for their classical ordination( not to speak of rites and ceremonies) will they at length submit to an episcopal? |
| 11488 | And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence? |
| 11488 | And did not Satan tempt our Saviour so? |
| 11488 | And did not these by gospel texts alone Condemn our doctrine, and maintain their own? |
| 11488 | And how, indeed, should it happen otherwise? |
| 11488 | And if he can, why all this frantic pain To construe what his clearest words contain, And make a riddle what he made so plain? |
| 11488 | And must I here my shipwreck''d arts bemoan? |
| 11488 | And must the terms of peace be given by thee? |
| 11488 | And what is that at best, but one whose mind Is made to tire himself and all mankind? |
| 11488 | And who can sound the depth of David''s soul? |
| 11488 | And who knows but this may come to pass? |
| 11488 | And why so much gratuitous and superfluous iniquity in his works? |
| 11488 | Are there not many points, some needful sure To saving faith, that Scripture leaves obscure? |
| 11488 | Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor? |
| 11488 | As dull as Monmouth, rather than Sir Carr? |
| 11488 | Because philosophers may disagree If sight by emission or reception be, Shall it be thence inferr''d, I do not see? |
| 11488 | But is there any other beast that lives, Who his own harm so wittingly contrives? |
| 11488 | But to return to the Roman Catholics, how can we be secure from the practice of Jesuited Papists in that religion? |
| 11488 | But when should people strive their bonds to break, If not when kings are negligent or weak? |
| 11488 | But who can tell what essence angels are, 20 Or how long Heaven was making Lucifer? |
| 11488 | But why did he_ select_ that atmosphere as his? |
| 11488 | But, tell me, did the drunken patriarch bless The son that show''d his father''s nakedness? |
| 11488 | Can Conscience own the associating name, And raise no blushes to conceal her shame? |
| 11488 | Can I believe Eternal God could lie 80 Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? |
| 11488 | Can I my reason to my faith compel, And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebel? |
| 11488 | Can dry bones live? |
| 11488 | Can people give away, Both for themselves and sons, their native sway? |
| 11488 | Can they who say the Host should be descried By sense, define a body glorified? |
| 11488 | Canst thou by reason more of Godhead know Than Plutarch, Seneca, or Cicero? |
| 11488 | Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood, And not veil these again to be our food? |
| 11488 | Dar''st thou presume in verse to meet thy foes, 490 Thou whom the penny pamphlet foil''d in prose? |
| 11488 | Darest thou, poor worm, offend Infinity? |
| 11488 | Descriptas servare vices operumque colores, Cur ego, si nequeo ignoroque, Poeta salutor? |
| 11488 | Did you for this expose yourself to show, 190 And to the crowd bow popularly low? |
| 11488 | Do you not know, that for a little coin, Heralds can foist a name into the line? |
| 11488 | Else how com''st thou to see these truths so clear, Which so obscure to heathens did appear? |
| 11488 | For did not Arius first, Socinus now, 150 The Son''s Eternal Godhead disavow? |
| 11488 | For in a round what order can be show''d, Where all the parts so equal perfect are? |
| 11488 | For this obscurity could Heaven provide More prudently than by a living guide, As doubts arose, the difference to decide? |
| 11488 | For this your glorious progress next ordain, With chariots, horsemen, and a numerous train? |
| 11488 | For to whom can I dedicate this poem with so much justice as to you? |
| 11488 | For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think? |
| 11488 | God said, he loved your father; could he bring A better proof, than to anoint him king? |
| 11488 | Good life be now my task; my doubts are done: What more could fright my faith, than Three in One? |
| 11488 | Hanging supposes human soul and reason-- This animal''s below committing treason: Shall he be hang''d who never could rebel? |
| 11488 | Hast thou a wit so deep, or so sublime, Or canst thou lower dive, or higher climb? |
| 11488 | Have I for this so oft made Israel groan? |
| 11488 | Have not all heretics the same pretence To plead the Scriptures in their own defence? |
| 11488 | He gives, and let him give, my right away: But why should he his own and yours betray? |
| 11488 | His strength as yet in David''s friendship lies, And what can David''s self without supplies? |
| 11488 | How could his forfeit on mankind take place? |
| 11488 | How did the Nicene Council then decide That strong debate? |
| 11488 | How else could that obscene disease be purged, When controverted texts are vainly urged? |
| 11488 | How shall I praise or curse to thy desert? |
| 11488 | If merit be disease; if virtue death; To be good, not to be; who''d then bequeath 10 Himself to discipline? |
| 11488 | If not by Scriptures, how can we be sure, Replied the Panther, what Tradition''s pure? |
| 11488 | If those who gave the sceptre could not tie, By their own deed, their own posterity, 770 How then could Adam bind his future race? |
| 11488 | If written words from time are not secured, 270 How can we think have oral sounds endured? |
| 11488 | If, as you say, and as I hope no less, Your sons will practise what yourselves profess, What angry power prevents our present peace? |
| 11488 | Impassable, and penetrating parts? |
| 11488 | Indulge one labour more, my weary muse, For Amiel: who can Amiel''s praise refuse? |
| 11488 | Is Antichrist by Antichrist expell''d? |
| 11488 | Is death, Sin''s wages, Grace''s now? |
| 11488 | Is he from Heaven, this mighty champion, come; Or lodged below in subterranean Rome? |
| 11488 | Led by those great examples, may not I The wanted organs of their words supply? |
| 11488 | Let reason, then, at her own quarry fly, But how can finite grasp infinity? |
| 11488 | Must I at length the sword of justice draw? |
| 11488 | Must Virtue prove Death''s harbinger? |
| 11488 | Must all these aged sires in one funeral Expire? |
| 11488 | Must all tradition then be set aside? |
| 11488 | Must ancient failings be examples made? |
| 11488 | Must drunkards, lechers, spent with sinning, live With such helps as broths, possets, physic give? |
| 11488 | None live, but such as should die? |
| 11488 | Now, what appeal can end the important suit? |
| 11488 | O but, says one, tradition set aside, Where can we hope for an unerring guide? |
| 11488 | On what pretence could then the vulgar rage Against his worth and native rights engage? |
| 11488 | Or did the mighty Trinity conspire, As once in council, to create our sire? |
| 11488 | Or finite reason reach Infinity? |
| 11488 | Or how could heavenly justice damn us all, Who ne''er consented to our father''s fall? |
| 11488 | Or how is it consistent with your zeal for the public welfare, to promote sedition? |
| 11488 | Or must it be reserved to thought alone? |
| 11488 | Or separate thy sound from thy corrupted part? |
| 11488 | Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin, The cabinet of a richer soul within? |
| 11488 | Or where did I at sure Tradition strike, 170 Provided still it were apostolic? |
| 11488 | Or, did not Heaven by its eternal doom Permit those evils, that this good might come? |
| 11488 | Punish a body which he could not please; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease? |
| 11488 | Replenish''d then with such rare gifts as these, Where was room left for such a foul disease? |
| 11488 | Shall I speak plain, and in a nation free Assume an honest layman''s liberty? |
| 11488 | Shall she command who has herself rebell''d? |
| 11488 | Slept the old pilot in so rough a tide, Whose wiles had from the happy shore betray''d, And thus on shelves the credulous youth convey''d? |
| 11488 | Superior faculties are set aside; Shall their subservient organs be my guide? |
| 11488 | That kings can do no wrong, we must believe; None can they do, and must they all receive? |
| 11488 | That the great Maker of the world could die? |
| 11488 | The Panther smiled at this; and when, said she, Were those first Councils disallow''d by me? |
| 11488 | The charms of empire might his youth mislead, But what can our besotted Israel plead? |
| 11488 | The name of godly he may blush to bear: Is''t after God''s own heart to cheat his heir? |
| 11488 | The painted harlot might a while bewitch, But why the hag uncased, and all obscene with itch? |
| 11488 | Think you your new French proselytes[121] are come To starve abroad, because they starved at home? |
| 11488 | Those let me curse; what vengeance will they urge, Whose ordures neither plague nor fire can purge? |
| 11488 | Thou art my blood, where Jonson has no part: What share have we in nature, or in art? |
| 11488 | Thus some contract, and some enlarge the space: In Pope and Council, who denies the place, Assisted from above with God''s unfailing grace? |
| 11488 | Thus, with full sails, they ran upon the shelf: Who could suspect a cozenage from himself? |
| 11488 | To what can reason such effects assign, Transcending nature, but to laws divine? |
| 11488 | True, this last blessing was a royal feast; But where''s the wedding- garment on the guest? |
| 11488 | Was ever prince by two at once misled, False, foolish, old, ill- natured, and ill- bred? |
| 11488 | Was it for me the dark abyss to tread, And read the book which angels can not read? |
| 11488 | Was there no milder way but the small- pox, The very filthiness of Pandora''s box? |
| 11488 | Were all those wonders wrought by power divine, As means or ends of some more deep design? |
| 11488 | What Phoebus from the Tripod shall disclose, Which are, in last resort, your friends or foes? |
| 11488 | What bills for breach of laws can she prefer, Expounding which she owns herself may err? |
| 11488 | What can not praise effect in mighty minds, When flattery soothes, and when ambition blinds? |
| 11488 | What can we add to your triumphant day? |
| 11488 | What could he gain his people to betray, Or change his right for arbitrary sway? |
| 11488 | What faults he had( for who from faults is free?) |
| 11488 | What flesh and blood would crowd the narrow gate, Or, till they waste their pamper''d paunches, wait? |
| 11488 | What form of sway did David e''er pursue, That seem''d like absolute, but sprung from you? |
| 11488 | What gravity can hold from laughing out, To see him drag his feeble legs about, Like hounds ill- coupled? |
| 11488 | What have the men of Hebron here to do? |
| 11488 | What if his dull forefathers used that cry, Could he not let a bad example die? |
| 11488 | What just rewards the grateful crown bestow? |
| 11488 | What means he then to alienate the crown? |
| 11488 | What means it else, which now your children say, We made it not, nor will we take away? |
| 11488 | What more can I expect while David lives? |
| 11488 | What more could you have done, than now you do, Had Oates and Bedlow, and their plot been true? |
| 11488 | What opposition can your rival bring, 250 While Sanhedrims are jealous of the king? |
| 11488 | What part in Israel''s promised land have you? |
| 11488 | What praise for such rich strains shall we allow? |
| 11488 | What shall we think? |
| 11488 | What standard is there in a fickle rout, Which, flowing to the mark, runs faster out? |
| 11488 | What strength can he to your designs oppose, Naked of friends, and round beset with foes? |
| 11488 | What sudden beams dispel the clouds so fast, Whose drenching rains laid all our vineyards waste? |
| 11488 | What then is left, but with a jealous eye To guard the small remains of royalty? |
| 11488 | What then remains, but, waiving each extreme, The tides of ignorance and pride to stem? |
| 11488 | What tribute, Asaph, shall we render thee? |
| 11488 | What weight of ancient witness can prevail, If private reason hold the public scale? |
| 11488 | What wonder if the waves prevail so far, When he cut down the banks that made the bar? |
| 11488 | What wonder is''t that black detraction thrives? |
| 11488 | What would you have more of a man? |
| 11488 | When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin, As thou whole Etheridge dost transfuse to thine? |
| 11488 | When shall we see expired deceivers''sway, And credit what our God and monarchs say? |
| 11488 | When will our reason''s long- charm''d eyes unclose, And Israel judge between her friends and foes? |
| 11488 | When will the minister of wrath give o''er? |
| 11488 | Whence comes it, that religion and the laws Should more be Absalom''s than David''s cause? |
| 11488 | Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at arts he did not understand? |
| 11488 | Where made he love in prince Nicander''s[158] vein, Or swept the dust in Psyche''s humble strain? |
| 11488 | Where now was the instructor of his pride? |
| 11488 | Which, once obtain''d, can be but half enjoy''d? |
| 11488 | Who but the Swallow triumphs now alone? |
| 11488 | Who can believe what varies every day, Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay? |
| 11488 | Who could relentless see such youth and charms Expire with wretched fate in impious arms? |
| 11488 | Who ever ask''d the witness''s high race, Whose oath with martyrdom did Stephen grace? |
| 11488 | Who knows what reasons may His mercy lead; Or ignorance invincible may plead? |
| 11488 | Who made you judges in Israel? |
| 11488 | Who sues for justice to his throne in vain? |
| 11488 | Who would not be as silly as Dunbar? |
| 11488 | Why all these wars to win the Book, if we Must not interpret for ourselves, but she? |
| 11488 | Why am I forced, like Heaven, against my mind; 1000 To make examples of another kind? |
| 11488 | Why am I scanted by a niggard birth? |
| 11488 | Why choose we, then, like bilanders,[97] to creep Along the coast, and land in view to keep, When safely we may launch into the deep? |
| 11488 | Why then should I, encouraging the bad, Turn rebel and run popularly mad? |
| 11488 | With alga[21] who the sacred altar strews? |
| 11488 | With fame before you, like the morning star, And shouts of joy saluting from afar? |
| 11488 | Would David have you thought his darling son? |
| 11488 | Yet, grant our lords the people kings can make, What prudent men a settled throne would shake? |
| 11488 | all die in one so young, so small? |
| 11488 | did Shimei worse? |
| 11488 | must she, With him expiring, feel mortality? |
| 11488 | or how, or why Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie? |
| 11488 | or skeletons produce The vital warmth of cuckoldising juice? |
| 11488 | or would they alone Who brought the present, claim it for their own? |
| 11488 | shall Art Make us more learned, only to depart? |
| 11488 | shall we meet With none but ghostly fathers in the street? |
| 11488 | study, self- murder deem? |
| 11488 | was it by Scripture tried? |
| 11488 | where was now thy lion''s roar? |
| 11488 | whither will ungovern''d senates drive, And to what bounds licentious votes arrive? |
| 11488 | who''d not esteem Labour a crime? |
| 2062 | ''Tis your last remedy, and strongest too: And then this Dolabella, who so fit To practise on? |
| 2062 | ''Twas what I feared.-- Charmion, is this well done? |
| 2062 | A long speech preparing? |
| 2062 | A word in private.-- When saw you Dolabella? |
| 2062 | Again? |
| 2062 | Ah, what will not a woman do, who loves? |
| 2062 | Alone, and talking to himself? |
| 2062 | Am I a Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Am I false, Or infamous? |
| 2062 | Am I to live, or die?--nay, do I live? |
| 2062 | And dreamed you this? |
| 2062 | And she received my message with as true, With as unfeigned a sorrow as you brought it? |
| 2062 | And should I Forsake this beauty? |
| 2062 | And should my weakness be a plea for yours? |
| 2062 | And to whom could I more fitly apply myself than to your lordship, who have not only an inborn, but an hereditary loyalty? |
| 2062 | And was I worth a tear? |
| 2062 | And what''s this toy, In balance with your fortune, honour, fame? |
| 2062 | And who must wear them then? |
| 2062 | And would you more? |
| 2062 | And yet you first Persuaded me: How come you altered since? |
| 2062 | And, would you multiply more ruins on me? |
| 2062 | Are they noble? |
| 2062 | Are you Antony? |
| 2062 | Are you concerned, That she''s found false? |
| 2062 | Are you my friend, Ventidius? |
| 2062 | Art thou Ventidius? |
| 2062 | Art thou living? |
| 2062 | Art thou not one? |
| 2062 | Art thou returned at last, my better half? |
| 2062 | At Actium, who betrayed him? |
| 2062 | Begged it, my lord? |
| 2062 | Bright as a goddess? |
| 2062 | But have I no remembrance? |
| 2062 | But shall I speak? |
| 2062 | But what of that? |
| 2062 | But who''s that stranger? |
| 2062 | Can Heaven prepare A newer torment? |
| 2062 | Can I do this? |
| 2062 | Can it find a curse Beyond our separation? |
| 2062 | Can they be friends of Antony, who revel When Antony''s in danger? |
| 2062 | Can you not tell her, you must part? |
| 2062 | Canst thou remember, When, swelled with hatred, thou beheld''st her first, As accessary to thy brother''s death? |
| 2062 | Could I do so? |
| 2062 | Could he speak More plainly? |
| 2062 | Could you not beg An hour''s admittance to his private ear? |
| 2062 | Coward flesh, Wouldst thou conspire with Caesar to betray me, As thou wert none of mine? |
| 2062 | Did he then weep? |
| 2062 | Did not you o''errule, And force my plain, direct, and open love, Into these crooked paths of jealousy? |
| 2062 | Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear-- Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother''s death? |
| 2062 | Does this weak passion Become a mighty queen? |
| 2062 | Dost thou think me desperate, Without just cause? |
| 2062 | Drives me before him, To the world''s ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? |
| 2062 | Enter CHARMION Now, what news, my Charmion? |
| 2062 | First tell me, were you chosen by my lord? |
| 2062 | For showing you yourself, Which none else durst have done? |
| 2062 | Fortune is Caesar''s now; and what am I? |
| 2062 | Go from all that''s excellent? |
| 2062 | Good heavens, is this,--is this the man who braves me? |
| 2062 | Has he courage? |
| 2062 | Hast thou not seen my morning chambers filled With sceptred slaves, who waited to salute me? |
| 2062 | Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy fever? |
| 2062 | Have I then lived to be excused to Caesar? |
| 2062 | Have comfort, madam: Did you mark that shout? |
| 2062 | Have you no friend In all his army, who has power to move him? |
| 2062 | How bears he this last blow? |
| 2062 | How is it with you? |
| 2062 | How less pleasing? |
| 2062 | How shall I plead my cause, when you, my judge, Already have condemned me? |
| 2062 | How stands the queen affected? |
| 2062 | How? |
| 2062 | I am no queen: Is this to be a queen, to be besieged By yon insulting Roman, and to wait Each hour the victor''s chain? |
| 2062 | I can not go one moment from your sight, And must I go for ever? |
| 2062 | I find a secret yielding in my soul; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? |
| 2062 | I, traitor as I was, for love of you( But what can you not do, who made me false?) |
| 2062 | If a little glittering in discourse has passed them on us for witty men, where was the necessity of undeceiving the world? |
| 2062 | If bounteous nature, if indulgent Heaven Have given me charms to please the bravest man, Should I not thank them? |
| 2062 | In the first place, I am to be forsaken; is''t not so? |
| 2062 | In the meantime, what right can be pretended by these men to attempt innovation in church or state? |
| 2062 | Is Death no more? |
| 2062 | Is it for thee to spy upon my soul, And see its inward mourning? |
| 2062 | Is she fair? |
| 2062 | Is that a hard request? |
| 2062 | Is that a word For Antony to use to Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Is there one god unsworn to my destruction? |
| 2062 | Is there yet left A possibility of aid from valour? |
| 2062 | Is this a meeting? |
| 2062 | Is this friendly done? |
| 2062 | Is this so strange? |
| 2062 | Is''t come to this? |
| 2062 | Know you his business? |
| 2062 | Less to yourself, or me? |
| 2062 | Let me think: What can I say, to save myself from death? |
| 2062 | Look on her, view her well, and those she brings: Are they all strangers to your eyes? |
| 2062 | Look on these; Are they not yours? |
| 2062 | May I believe you love me? |
| 2062 | More softly.--My farewell? |
| 2062 | Must I bear this? |
| 2062 | Must I bid you twice? |
| 2062 | Must I weep too? |
| 2062 | My Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | My joys, my only joys, are centred here: What place have I to go to? |
| 2062 | My kisses, my embraces now are hers; While I-- But thou hast seen my rival; speak, Does she deserve this blessing? |
| 2062 | My lord, have I Deserved to be thus used? |
| 2062 | My lord? |
| 2062 | My own kingdom? |
| 2062 | My queen and thou have got the start of me, And I''m the lag of honour.--Gone so soon? |
| 2062 | No more? |
| 2062 | No, I''m proud''Tis thus: Would Antony could see me now Think you he would not sigh, though he must leave me? |
| 2062 | Not Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Not see him; say you? |
| 2062 | Not so? |
| 2062 | Now thou hast seen me, art thou satisfied? |
| 2062 | Now, Antony, wouldst thou be born for this? |
| 2062 | Now, what''s the event? |
| 2062 | O Dolabella, which way shall I turn? |
| 2062 | Octavia, I was looking you, my love: What, are your letters ready? |
| 2062 | Oh, wheel you there? |
| 2062 | Or am I dead before I knew, and thou The first kind ghost that meets me? |
| 2062 | Or am I dead? |
| 2062 | Or are you turned a Dolabella too, And let this fury loose? |
| 2062 | Or sought you this employment? |
| 2062 | Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Respect is for a wife: Am I that thing, That dull, insipid lump, without desires, And without power to give them? |
| 2062 | Saw you the emperor, Ventidius? |
| 2062 | Shall I bring The love you bore me for my advocate? |
| 2062 | Shall I set A man, my equal, in the place of Jove, As he could give me being? |
| 2062 | Shame of our sex, Dost thou not blush to own those black endearments, That make sin pleasing? |
| 2062 | She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods, is this just, that I, who know no joys, Must die, because she loves? |
| 2062 | She looked, methought, As she would say-- Take your old man, Octavia; Thank you, I''m better here.-- Well, but what use Make we of this discovery? |
| 2062 | Should I be ashamed, And not be proud? |
| 2062 | Should mistresses be left, And not provide against a time of change? |
| 2062 | Speak; would you have me perish by my stay? |
| 2062 | Ten years''love, And not a moment lost, but all improved To the utmost joys,--what ages have we lived? |
| 2062 | That I have lost for you: Or to the Romans? |
| 2062 | That''s my royal master; And, shall we fight? |
| 2062 | The aspics, madam? |
| 2062 | The least unmortgaged hope? |
| 2062 | The pretty hand in earnest? |
| 2062 | The queen, where is she? |
| 2062 | Then art thou innocent, my poor dear love, And art thou dead? |
| 2062 | Then must we part? |
| 2062 | Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? |
| 2062 | Then, granting this, What power was theirs, who wrought so hard a temper To honourable terms? |
| 2062 | Then, we must part? |
| 2062 | There''s but one way shut up: How came I hither? |
| 2062 | Therefore you would leave me? |
| 2062 | They hate me for your sake: Or must I wander The wide world o''er, a helpless, banished woman, Banished for love of you; banished from you? |
| 2062 | This all- perfect creature? |
| 2062 | This from a friend? |
| 2062 | Thou wouldst say, he would not see me? |
| 2062 | Though I deserved this usage, Was it like you to give it? |
| 2062 | To frighten our Egyptian boys withal, And train them up, betimes, in fear of priesthood? |
| 2062 | To place myself beneath the mighty flaw, Thus to be crushed, and pounded into atoms, By its o''erwhelming weight? |
| 2062 | To stand by my fair fame, and guard the approaches From the ill tongues of men? |
| 2062 | To what end These ensigns of your pomp and royalty? |
| 2062 | Unwillingly? |
| 2062 | Vanquished? |
| 2062 | Was it for me to prop The ruins of a falling majesty? |
| 2062 | Was it so hard for you to bear our parting? |
| 2062 | Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? |
| 2062 | We''re now alone, in secrecy and silence; And is not this like lovers? |
| 2062 | Well, Dolabella, you performed my message? |
| 2062 | Well, I must man it out:--What would the queen? |
| 2062 | Were there so many hours For your unkindness, and not one for love? |
| 2062 | What harms it you that Cleopatra''s just? |
| 2062 | What has my age deserved, that you should think I would abuse your ears with perjury? |
| 2062 | What hindered me to have led my conquering eagles To fill Octavius''bands? |
| 2062 | What lethargy has crept into your soul? |
| 2062 | What means my lord? |
| 2062 | What means will she refuse, to keep that heart, Where all her joys are placed? |
| 2062 | What must be done? |
| 2062 | What secret meaning have you in those words Of-- My farewell? |
| 2062 | What shall I answer? |
| 2062 | What shall I do, or whither shall I turn? |
| 2062 | What tell''st thou me of Egypt? |
| 2062 | What think''st thou was his answer? |
| 2062 | What was''t they said? |
| 2062 | What woman was it, whom you heard and saw So playful with my friend? |
| 2062 | What''s false, my lord? |
| 2062 | What, is she poison to you?--a disease? |
| 2062 | Where have you learnt that answer? |
| 2062 | Where is my lord? |
| 2062 | Where left you them? |
| 2062 | Where shall I find him, where? |
| 2062 | Where, where''s the queen? |
| 2062 | Wherein have I offended you, my lord, That I am bid to leave you? |
| 2062 | Which way? |
| 2062 | Who am I? |
| 2062 | Who am I? |
| 2062 | Who bids my age make way? |
| 2062 | Who knows, but we may pierce through all their troops, And reach my veterans yet? |
| 2062 | Who made him cheap at Rome, but Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Who made him scorned abroad, but Cleopatra? |
| 2062 | Who made his children orphans, and poor me A wretched widow? |
| 2062 | Who made them the trustees, or to speak a little nearer their own language, the keepers of the liberty of England? |
| 2062 | Who says we must? |
| 2062 | Who shall guard mine, For living after you? |
| 2062 | Why did they refuse to march? |
| 2062 | Why didst thou mock my hopes with promised aids, To double my despair? |
| 2062 | Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear? |
| 2062 | Why do I seek a proof beyond yourself? |
| 2062 | Why dost thou drive me from myself, to search For foreign aids?--to hunt my memory, And range all o''er a waste and barren place, To find a friend? |
| 2062 | Why have you brought me back to this loathed being; The abode of falsehood, violated vows, And injured love? |
| 2062 | Why should a man like this, Who dares not trust his fate for one great action, Be all the care of Heaven? |
| 2062 | Why should he lord it O''er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? |
| 2062 | Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave? |
| 2062 | Why shouldst thou make that question? |
| 2062 | Why stayest thou here? |
| 2062 | Why then does Antony dream out his hours, And tempts not fortune for a noble day, Which might redeem what Actium lost? |
| 2062 | Why was I framed with this plain, honest heart, Which knows not to disguise its griefs and weakness, But bears its workings outward to the world? |
| 2062 | Why would you shift it from yourself on me? |
| 2062 | Why? |
| 2062 | Why? |
| 2062 | Will he be kind? |
| 2062 | Will you go? |
| 2062 | Will you then die? |
| 2062 | Wilt thou forgive my fondness this once more? |
| 2062 | Wilt thou not live, to speak some good of me? |
| 2062 | Would a man who has an ill title to an estate, but yet is in possession of it; would he bring it of his own accord, to be tried at Westminster? |
| 2062 | Would you be taken? |
| 2062 | Would you believe he loved you? |
| 2062 | Would you cast off a slave who followed you? |
| 2062 | Would you indeed? |
| 2062 | Would you triumph o''er poor Octavia''s virtue? |
| 2062 | Yes, but he''ll say, you left Octavia for me;-- And, can you blame me to receive that love, Which quitted such desert, for worthless me? |
| 2062 | Yes; when his end is so, I must join with him; Indeed I must, and yet you must not chide; Why am I else your friend? |
| 2062 | Yet grant that all the love she boasts were true, Has she not ruined you? |
| 2062 | Yet may I speak? |
| 2062 | Yet, are you cold? |
| 2062 | Yet, is there ary more? |
| 2062 | Yield me to Caesar''s pride? |
| 2062 | You plead each other''s cause: What witness have you, That you but meant to raise my jealousy? |
| 2062 | You will not leave me then? |
| 2062 | You will not see her? |
| 2062 | You would be killed like Tully, would you? |
| 2062 | You would be lost, then? |
| 2062 | You would free me, And would be dropt at Athens; was''t not so? |
| 2062 | You''ll remember To whom you stand obliged? |
| 2062 | and is all perfection Confined to her? |
| 2062 | and will he not forsake me? |
| 2062 | concerned too? |
| 2062 | has nature No secret call, no whisper they are yours? |
| 2062 | her eunuch there? |
| 2062 | how could you betray This tender heart, which with an infant fondness Lay lulled betwixt your bosoms, and there slept, Secure of injured faith? |
| 2062 | might not I Share in your entertainment? |
| 2062 | or stand they thus neglected, As they are mine? |
| 2062 | to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You''ll sell to her? |
| 2062 | where is he? |
| 2062 | where? |
| 2062 | whither? |
| 2062 | wouldst thou betray him too? |
| 47383 | Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old records, To know the seasons when the stars arise? 47383 Why, Gallus, this immoderate grief?" |
| 47383 | ''Tis fustian all;''tis execrably bad; But if they will be fools, must you be mad? |
| 47383 | A rank, notorious whoremaster, to choose To thrust his neck into the marriage- noose? |
| 47383 | And must I die unpitied, and unheard? |
| 47383 | And roses( while his loud applause they sing) Stand ready from his sepulchre to spring? |
| 47383 | And think''st thou Jove himself with patience then Can hear a prayer condemned by wicked men? |
| 47383 | And though Horace seems to have made Lucilius the first author of satire in verse amongst the Romans, in these words,------_Quid? |
| 47383 | And what subject more fit for such a pastoral, than that great affair which was first notified to the world by one of that profession? |
| 47383 | And what thou art to follow, what to fly, This to condemn, and that to ratify? |
| 47383 | And who would not chuse to be loved better, rather than to be more esteemed? |
| 47383 | And why would''st thou these mighty morsels chuse, Of words unchewed, and fit to choke the muse? |
| 47383 | And yet some lustful God might there make bold; Are Jove and Mars grown impotent and old? |
| 47383 | Are mortals born to sleep their lives away? |
| 47383 | Are not his manes blest, such praise to have? |
| 47383 | Are we condemned by fate''s unjust decree, No more our houses and our homes to see? |
| 47383 | Art thou of Bethlem''s noble college free, Stark, staring mad, that thou would''st tempt the sea? |
| 47383 | Art thou of every other death bereft, No knife, no ratsbane, no kind halter left? |
| 47383 | Besides, what endless brawls by wives are bred? |
| 47383 | Besides, whom canst thou think so much thy friend, Who dares appear thy business to defend? |
| 47383 | Born free, and not be bold? |
| 47383 | Born with the curse and anger of the gods, And that indulgent genius he defrauds? |
| 47383 | But how did he return, this haughty brave, Who whipt the winds, and made the sea his slave? |
| 47383 | But how returned he, let us ask again?} |
| 47383 | But if thy passions lord it in thy breast, Art thou not still a slave, and still opprest? |
| 47383 | But is none worthy to be made a wife} In all this town? |
| 47383 | But is one day of ease too much to borrow? |
| 47383 | But say, how came his monstrous crimes to light? |
| 47383 | But take it as it is, and ask no more-- What, when thou hast embezzled all thy store? |
| 47383 | But tell me, Tityrus, what heavenly power Preserved your fortunes in that fatal hour? |
| 47383 | But thou art nobly born:''tis true; go boast Thy pedigree, the thing thou valuest most: Besides, thou art a beau; what''s that, my child? |
| 47383 | But to thy fortune be not thou a slave; For what hast thou to fear beyond the grave? |
| 47383 | But what if I venture to advance an invention of my own, to supply the manifest defect of our new writers? |
| 47383 | But what''s thy fulsome parable to me? |
| 47383 | Can himself assign a more proper subject of pastoral than the_ Saturnia regna_, the age and scene of this kind of poetry? |
| 47383 | Canst thou no other master understand Than him that freed thee by the prætor''s wand? |
| 47383 | Canst thou, in reason, hope, a bawd so known, Should teach her other manners than her own? |
| 47383 | Could he do this, and is my muse controuled By servile awe? |
| 47383 | Did I not see you, rascal, did I not, When you lay snug to snap young Damon''s goat? |
| 47383 | Did we for these barbarians plant and sow?} |
| 47383 | Do I not see your dropsy belly swell? |
| 47383 | Do the strings answer to thy noble hand? |
| 47383 | Does not fear, ambition, avarice, pride, a capriccio of honour, and laziness itself, often triumph over love? |
| 47383 | Effeminate Roman, shall such stuff prevail To tickle thee, and make thee wag thy tail? |
| 47383 | Ever a glutton at another''s cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost? |
| 47383 | Flatterers forsake him too; for who would kill Himself, to be remembered in a will? |
| 47383 | Flushed were his cheeks, and glowing were his eyes:"Is she thy care? |
| 47383 | For how can the servant of this my lord talk with this my lord? |
| 47383 | For how can we possibly imagine this to be, since Varro, who was contemporary to Cicero, must consequently be after Lucilius? |
| 47383 | For, when man''s life is in debate, The judge can ne''er too long deliberate.-- Call''st thou that slave a man? |
| 47383 | Go drag that slave to death!--Your reason? |
| 47383 | Has human nature no other passion? |
| 47383 | Has not Virgil changed the manners of Homer''s heroes in his Æneid? |
| 47383 | Hast thou no mark, at which to bend thy bow? |
| 47383 | Hast thou not yet proposed some certain end, To which thy life, thy every act, may tend? |
| 47383 | He demands why those several transformations are mentioned in that poem:--And is not fable then the life and soul of poetry? |
| 47383 | He lards with flourishes his long harangue;''Tis fine, say''st thou;--what, to be praised, and hang? |
| 47383 | Hear''st thou the news, my friend? |
| 47383 | Hold, hold; are all thy empty wishes such? |
| 47383 | How goes the mob? |
| 47383 | How''s this? |
| 47383 | I hear your cautious counsel; you would say, Keep close your women under lock and key:-- But, who shall keep those keepers? |
| 47383 | I who can neither lie, nor falsely swear? |
| 47383 | If Horace refused the pains of numbers, and the loftiness of figures, are they bound to follow so ill a precedent? |
| 47383 | If then thy lawful spouse thou canst not love, What reason should thy mind to marriage move? |
| 47383 | If they had entered empty- handed, had they been ever the less Satyrs? |
| 47383 | In cedar tablets[181] worthy to appear,} That need not fish, or frankincense, to fear?} |
| 47383 | In nature''s race, should''st thou demand of me My torch, when I in course run after thee? |
| 47383 | Is it for this they study? |
| 47383 | Is not my fortune at my own command? |
| 47383 | Is the fault of Horace to be made the virtue and standing rule of this poem? |
| 47383 | Is the_ grande sophos_[46] of Persius, and the sublimity of Juvenal, to be circumscribed with the meanness of words and vulgarity of expression? |
| 47383 | Is there any thing more sparkish and better- humoured than Venus''s accosting her son in the deserts of Libya? |
| 47383 | Is there no city- bridge from whence to leap? |
| 47383 | Is this thy daily course? |
| 47383 | Is thy palate sore, That bete and radishes will make thee roar? |
| 47383 | Lies not the turf more lightly on his grave? |
| 47383 | Look round the world, what country will appear, Where friends are left with greater ease than here? |
| 47383 | Mirth in misery? |
| 47383 | My friends''disgrace, And be the first lewd unthrift of my race? |
| 47383 | Nor praise my patron''s undeserving rhymes, Nor yet comply with him, nor with his times? |
| 47383 | Not wag my finger, he replies?} |
| 47383 | Now ask, for whom her friends and fame she lost? |
| 47383 | Now, tell me truly, wouldst thou change thy fate, To be, like him, first minister of state? |
| 47383 | On these, on these, our happy fields bestow?} |
| 47383 | Or any argument that this poem was originally Grecian? |
| 47383 | Or by the sound to judge of gold and brass, What piece is tinkers''metal, what will pass? |
| 47383 | Or dream their wishes, and those dreams deceive? |
| 47383 | Or shall I rather the sad verse repeat, Which on the beeches bark I lately writ? |
| 47383 | Or shall we mount again the rural throne, And rule the country kingdoms, once our own? |
| 47383 | Or were the fruits and flowers, which they offered, any thing of kin to satire? |
| 47383 | Or which of our forefathers fared so well, As on seven dishes at a private meal? |
| 47383 | Or without spices lets thy body burn? |
| 47383 | Or, like a boy, pursuest the carrion crow With pellets, and with stones, from tree to tree, A fruitless toil, and livest_ extempore_? |
| 47383 | Or, rather, what disreputation is it to Horace, that Juvenal excels in the tragical satire, as Horace does in the comical? |
| 47383 | Pour oil, and pour it with a plenteous hand Upon my sallads, boy: shall I be fed With sodden nettles, and a singed sow''s head? |
| 47383 | Riddle me this, and guess him if you can, Who bears a nation in a single man? |
| 47383 | Say, dost thou know Vectidius?[224]--Who? |
| 47383 | Say, dost thou yet the Roman harp command? |
| 47383 | Say, should a shipwrecked sailor sing his woe, Wouldst thou be moved to pity, or bestow An alms? |
| 47383 | Say, would''st thou bear all this, to raise thy store From six i''the hundred, to six hundred more? |
| 47383 | Says Phædria to his man,[250] Believe me, friend, To this uneasy love I''ll put an end: Shall I run out of all? |
| 47383 | Shall I in homespun cloth be clad, that he His paunch in triumph may before him see? |
| 47383 | Shall he before me sign, whom t''other day} A small- craft vessel hither did convey,} Where, stowed with prunes, and rotten figs, he lay?} |
| 47383 | Shall mighty Telephus be unrequited, That spends a day in being all recited? |
| 47383 | Shall this man''s elegies and t''other''s play Unpunished murder a long summer''s day? |
| 47383 | She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.-- But shall I not return? |
| 47383 | Some may, perhaps, demand what muse can yield Sufficient strength for such a spacious field? |
| 47383 | Speak; wilt thou Avarice, or Pleasure, chuse To be thy lord? |
| 47383 | Such affectations may become the young; But thou, old hag, of three score years and three, Is showing of thy parts in Greek for thee? |
| 47383 | Suppose I dipped among the worst, and Staius chose? |
| 47383 | Tell me, my friend, from whence had''st thou the skill, So nicely to distinguish good from ill? |
| 47383 | The baits of gifts, and money to despise, And look on wealth with undesiring eyes? |
| 47383 | The endowing gold that buys the dear delight, Given for thy first and only happy night? |
| 47383 | The poor dare nothing tell but flattering news; But shall I speak? |
| 47383 | The rents of five fair houses I receive; What greater honours can the purple give? |
| 47383 | The very kinds are different; for what has a pastoral tragedy to do with a paper of verses satirically written? |
| 47383 | Theft( says the accuser) to thy charge I lay, O Pedius: what does gentle Pedius say? |
| 47383 | Then graciously the mellow audience nod; Is not the immortal author made a god? |
| 47383 | Then said he, knowest thou wherefore I come unto thee? |
| 47383 | These are not dishes for thy dainty tooth: What, hast thou got an ulcer in thy mouth? |
| 47383 | Think''st thou one man is for one woman meant? |
| 47383 | Think''st thou thy master, or thy friends, to cheat? |
| 47383 | This to me? |
| 47383 | Thou sing with him? |
| 47383 | Thus bribed, thou thus bespeak''st him-- Tell me, friend,( For I love truth, nor can plain speech offend,) What says the world of me and of my muse? |
| 47383 | Thus dost thou feed their ears, and thus art fed? |
| 47383 | Thy spleen contain; For none will read thy satires.? |
| 47383 | To bring it to the trial, will you dare Our pipes, our skill, our voices, to compare? |
| 47383 | To pass the poets of patrician blood, What is''t the common reader takes for good? |
| 47383 | Well, on my terms thou wilt not be my heir? |
| 47383 | Were she to follow her own lord to sea, What doubts and scruples would she raise to stay? |
| 47383 | What age so large a crop of vices bore, Or when was avarice extended more? |
| 47383 | What age so many summer- seats did see?} |
| 47383 | What aim''st thou at, and whither tends thy care,} In what thy utmost good? |
| 47383 | What bribe hast thou prepared, To pull him, thus unpunished, by the beard? |
| 47383 | What care our drunken dames to whom they spread? |
| 47383 | What frenzy, shepherd, has thy soul possessed? |
| 47383 | What fury would possess thee with a wife? |
| 47383 | What fury, wretched woman, seized thy breast? |
| 47383 | What great occasion called you hence to Rome? |
| 47383 | What have I done, to name that wealthy swain? |
| 47383 | What house secure from noise the poor can keep, When even the rich can scarce afford to sleep? |
| 47383 | What if I bring A nobler verse? |
| 47383 | What in the conduct of our life appears So well designed, so luckily begun, But when we have our wish, we wish undone? |
| 47383 | What is the charge, and who the evidence,( The saviour of the nation and the prince?) |
| 47383 | What lawns or woods with- held you from his aid,} Ye nymphs, when Gallus was to love betrayed,} To love, unpitied by the cruel maid?} |
| 47383 | What magic has bewitched the woolly dams, And what ill eyes beheld the tender lambs? |
| 47383 | What music, or enchanting voice, can cheer A stupid, old, impenetrable ear? |
| 47383 | What must I do? |
| 47383 | What pleasures can the tides with their hoarse murmurs make? |
| 47383 | What poems think you soft, and to be read With languishing regards, and bending head? |
| 47383 | What present, worth thy verse, can Mopsus find? |
| 47383 | What proofs? |
| 47383 | What revolution can appear so strange, As such a lecher such a life to change? |
| 47383 | What scene so desert, or so full of fright,} As towering houses, tumbling in the night,} And Rome on fire beheld by its own blazing light?} |
| 47383 | What sense of shame in such a breast can lie, Inured to arms, and her own sex to fly? |
| 47383 | What should I do? |
| 47383 | What then remains? |
| 47383 | What was the face, for which she could sustain To be called mistress to so base a man? |
| 47383 | What will not that presuming shepherd dare, Who thinks his voice with Phoebus may compare? |
| 47383 | What woman will not use the poisoning trade, When Cæsar''s wife the precedent has made? |
| 47383 | What wonderous sort of death has heaven designed,} Distinguished from the herd of human kind,} For so untamed, so turbulent a mind?} |
| 47383 | What youth, what beauty, could the adulterer boast? |
| 47383 | What''s Rome to me, what business have I there? |
| 47383 | What''s more preposterous than to see A merry beggar? |
| 47383 | What, are you dumb? |
| 47383 | When such is Nisa''s choice, what lover can despair? |
| 47383 | When to be bountiful, and when to spare, But never craving, or oppressed with care? |
| 47383 | When were the dice with more profusion thrown? |
| 47383 | Where did you whet your knife to- night, he cries, And shred the leeks that in your stomach rise? |
| 47383 | Which of the two would thy wise head declare The trustier tutor to an orphan heir? |
| 47383 | Whither would''st thou, to chuse a wife, resort, The park, the mall, the playhouse, or the court? |
| 47383 | Who can behold that rank old letcher keep His son''s corrupted wife, and hope to sleep? |
| 47383 | Who cheats for half- pence, and who doffs his coat, To save a farthing in a ferry- boat? |
| 47383 | Who eats and drinks with his domestic slaves, A verier hind than any of his knaves? |
| 47383 | Who ever named a poor man for his heir, Or called him to assist the judging chair? |
| 47383 | Who fears in country- towns a house''s fall, Or to be caught betwixt a riven wall? |
| 47383 | Who taught the parrot human notes to try, Or with a voice endued the chattering pye? |
| 47383 | Who then should sing the nymphs? |
| 47383 | Whom hast thou taken, whom hast thou contemned? |
| 47383 | Whose windy beans have stuft your guts, and where Have your black thumbs been dipt in vinegar? |
| 47383 | Why all the charges of the nuptial feast, Wine and deserts, and sweet- meats to digest? |
| 47383 | Why have I learned, sayst thou, if thus confined, I choke the noble vigour of my mind? |
| 47383 | Why name you Virgil with such fops as these? |
| 47383 | Why should I sing the double Scylla''s fate? |
| 47383 | Why should we offer to confine free spirits to one form, when we can not so much as confine our bodies to one fashion of apparel? |
| 47383 | Why shouldst thou, who art an old fellow, hope to outlive me, and be my heir, who am much younger? |
| 47383 | Why stand''st thou picking? |
| 47383 | Why, pr''ythee, what am I? |
| 47383 | Will you not now the pair of sages praise, Who the same end pursued by several ways? |
| 47383 | With what companion- cobler have you fed, On old ox- cheeks, or he- goat''s tougher head? |
| 47383 | With what impatience must the muse behold The wife, by her procuring husband sold? |
| 47383 | Would not Donne''s satires, which abound with so much wit, appear more charming, if he had taken care of his words, and of his numbers? |
| 47383 | Would''st thou become her drudge, who dost enjoy A better sort of bedfellow, thy boy? |
| 47383 | Wouldst thou prefer him to some man? |
| 47383 | Wouldst thou to honours and preferments climb? |
| 47383 | Yet thou, they say, for marriage dost provide; Is this an age to buckle with a bride? |
| 47383 | Yet why should''st thou, old covetous wretch, aspire To be my heir, who might''st have been my sire? |
| 47383 | You ask, from whence proceed these monstrous crimes? |
| 47383 | You know too well, I feed my father''s flock; What can I wager from the common stock? |
| 47383 | [ 116] What beauty, or what chastity, can bear So great a price, if, stately and severe, She still insults, and you must still adore? |
| 47383 | [ 164] And was not t''other stripling forced to fly,} Who coldly did his patron''s queen deny,} And pleaded laws of hospitality? |
| 47383 | [ 197] But, pr''ythee, tell me,(''tis a small request,) With what ill thoughts of Jove art thou possest? |
| 47383 | [ 198] What well- fed offering to appease the God, What powerful present to procure a nod, Hast thou in store? |
| 47383 | [ 241] How, replies one, can any be more free? |
| 47383 | [ 243] This is true liberty, as I believe;} What farther can we from our caps receive,} Than as we please without controul to live? |
| 47383 | [ 261] If odours to thy ashes he refuse, Or buys corrupted cassia from the Jews? |
| 47383 | [ 265] Say, would''st thou hinder me from this expence? |
| 47383 | [ 43]_ Persius exclamat, Per magnos, Brute, deos te Oro, qui regis consueris tollere, cur non Hunc Regem jugulas? |
| 47383 | [ 68] Or that male- harlot, or that unfledged boy, Eager to sin, before he can enjoy? |
| 47383 | [ 93] Shall he be placed above me at the board, In purple clothed, and lolling like a lord? |
| 47383 | [ 95] What room is left for Romans in a town Where Grecians rule, and cloaks controul the gown? |
| 47383 | and shall not I vex them again? |
| 47383 | are we deprived of will; Must we not wish, for fear of wishing ill? |
| 47383 | could barbarous rage induce The brutal son of Mars t''insult the sacred Muse? |
| 47383 | he cried,"Think''st thou that love with tears is satisfied? |
| 47383 | he cries:--What? |
| 47383 | how could he advance With his blue head- piece, and his broken lance? |
| 47383 | is she thy care?" |
| 47383 | may lovers what they wish believe? |
| 47383 | must the wretched exiles ever mourn, Nor, after length of rolling years, return? |
| 47383 | or who rehearse The waters gliding in a smoother verse? |
| 47383 | say, What rare fifth act to crown this huffing play? |
| 47383 | shall one sweat While his gownd comique sceane he does repeat, Another while his elegies soft strain The reader? |
| 47383 | thus dost thou gain thy bread? |
| 47383 | to grow pale, And miss the pleasures of a glorious meal? |
| 47383 | to what end? |
| 47383 | what avails it me, my love''s delight, To call you mine, when absent from my sight? |
| 47383 | what shepherd owns those ragged sheep? |
| 47383 | what, and fettered with so many chains? |
| 47383 | whither on thy way so fast? |
| 47383 | whom dost thou despise? |
| 47383 | why Should the poor innocent be doomed to die? |
| 47383 | will cry, Canst thou indulge him in this villainy? |
| 47383 | } Could such rude lines a Roman mouth become, Were any manly greatness left in Rome? |
| 47383 | } Will he, who saw the soldier''s mutton- fist, And saw thee mauled, appear within the list, To witness truth? |
| 15349 | --Will you have another of the same stamp? |
| 15349 | A man of my endowments? |
| 15349 | After it,_ ARGALEON_ re- enters, and stands by the Princess.__ Palm._ Leonidas, what means this quick return? |
| 15349 | Ah, sir, how can you so inhuman be? |
| 15349 | Am I less pleasing then I was before, Or, is the insolent Almanzor more? |
| 15349 | Am I like myself? |
| 15349 | Am I your foe? |
| 15349 | An humble petition for a private meeting? |
| 15349 | And again, What are ten thousand subjects, such as they? |
| 15349 | And can I fall so low, to be despised? |
| 15349 | And to let drop the soul,-- Are these fit subjects for a rack and tortures? |
| 15349 | And what correctness, after this, can be expected from Shakespeare or from Fletcher, who wanted that learning and care which Jonson had? |
| 15349 | And what the meaning of that naked sword? |
| 15349 | And who danced best in the last grand ballet? |
| 15349 | And would you all that secret joy of mind, Which great souls only in great actions find, All that, for one tumultuous minute lose? |
| 15349 | And, which is more, how could you be here without my knowledge? |
| 15349 | And, with the vanity of vulgar souls, Betray a virgin''s fame? |
| 15349 | Arcos._ Why have you then its benefits enjoyed? |
| 15349 | Are you at that so soon, signior? |
| 15349 | Are you fit, at fifteen, to be trusted with a maidenhead? |
| 15349 | Are you twittering at that sport already, mistress novice? |
| 15349 | As to forgive my father''s faults in me? |
| 15349 | Ask, why all beauties can not move all hearts? |
| 15349 | At the drawing of Swords,_ BENITO_ runs off.__ Duke._ Are these insolencies usually committed in Rome by night? |
| 15349 | Beaumont and Fletcher incorrect, and full Of lewd lines, as he calls them? |
| 15349 | Besides, what is there hard in my injunction? |
| 15349 | But Almanzor is taxed with changing sides: and what tie has he on him to the contrary? |
| 15349 | But are you sure these are not words of course? |
| 15349 | But for such ancient fops, as, with reverence, your father is, what reason can they have to be in love? |
| 15349 | But if I basely could forget my vow, Poor helpless innocence, what would you do? |
| 15349 | But is it always thus betwixt you? |
| 15349 | But pray, when did you find me out to be so ugly? |
| 15349 | But what have love and you designed for me? |
| 15349 | But what''s the reason that, in all this time, a friend could never hear from you? |
| 15349 | But where, in the name of wonder, have you learned to talk so courtly? |
| 15349 | But who are these? |
| 15349 | But who was he with whom she held discourse? |
| 15349 | But why should he be so curious? |
| 15349 | But, answer me, I beseech you, what brought you home from travel? |
| 15349 | But, pray, is your name Benito? |
| 15349 | But, who is this man, to whom you have promised an assignation? |
| 15349 | But--_ Luc._ But what? |
| 15349 | Can he be innocent, who killed my son? |
| 15349 | Can she the murderer of her parent we d? |
| 15349 | Can virtue, then, admit of his return? |
| 15349 | Can you forgive The death of him I slew in my defence, And from the malice separate the offence? |
| 15349 | Can you leave me for life and liberty? |
| 15349 | Can you so ill requite the life I owe, To reckon her, who gave it, still your foe? |
| 15349 | Can you this pressing and these tears withstand? |
| 15349 | Come, shall we begin first, and shame them both? |
| 15349 | Confess your wickedness,--did you not think so? |
| 15349 | Could I think, Of all mankind, that Frederick would be base? |
| 15349 | Could she a brother''s death forgive to me, And can not you forget her family? |
| 15349 | Could she so holily my flames remove, And fall that hour to Abdelmelech''s love? |
| 15349 | Could you, with so much ease, forswear my love? |
| 15349 | Dar''st thou see faults, and yet dost love pretend? |
| 15349 | Did not I tell you, that I was to be private here at my devotions? |
| 15349 | Did she then lead you to this brave attempt? |
| 15349 | Did you hear, sir? |
| 15349 | Do you know the company which came in last? |
| 15349 | Do you remember how you threatened me? |
| 15349 | Do you remember when you talked with Laura? |
| 15349 | Does Camillo, or this Benito, know your maid Beatrix? |
| 15349 | Does it become him already? |
| 15349 | Dull husband as you are, What can your love, or what your honour, be? |
| 15349 | Engaging with a boy? |
| 15349 | Ferd._ A braver man I had not in my host; His murderer shall not long his conquest boast: But, Duke of Arcos, say, how was he slain? |
| 15349 | Ferd._ How could he such united force withstand? |
| 15349 | Ferd._ That tertia of Italians did you guide, To take their post upon the river side? |
| 15349 | Ferd._ Why is not then their leader here again? |
| 15349 | For what crime, fair creature, were you condemned to this perpetual prison? |
| 15349 | For where, alas, should we our flight begin? |
| 15349 | For why should I expose my life, and yours, For what, you say, a little time assures? |
| 15349 | For, otherwise, what can be more easy for me, than to defend the character of Almanzor, which is one great exception that is made against the play? |
| 15349 | Grant that it did in her a pity shew; But would my son be pitied by a foe? |
| 15349 | Ha? |
| 15349 | Had you that youth and maid? |
| 15349 | Hark you, Rhodophil, could not you take care of the stripling? |
| 15349 | Has he got a mistress in town so soon? |
| 15349 | Have you a grief, and must not I have part? |
| 15349 | Have you no service to Laura? |
| 15349 | Have you presumed so far, as to receive My son''s affections? |
| 15349 | Have you so soon forgot your own command? |
| 15349 | He sees her weep.__ Almanz._ What precious drops are those, Which silently each other''s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew? |
| 15349 | His name and quality? |
| 15349 | How came you thus attended? |
| 15349 | How the devil does he know them? |
| 15349 | How? |
| 15349 | I a novice at ripe fifteen? |
| 15349 | I acquainted with this stranger? |
| 15349 | I find indeed your desires are quick enough; but where will you have cunning to carry on your business with decency and secrecy? |
| 15349 | I had forgot, Now I must call you prince,--but must I leave you? |
| 15349 | I scarcely can believe the words I hear; Could you so coarsely treat my officer? |
| 15349 | I suppose I shall do you a kindness, to enquire if you have not been in France, sir? |
| 15349 | If we are foes, since you have power to kill,''Tis generous in you not to have the will; But, are we foes? |
| 15349 | Is Amalthea So despicable, she can serve your wishes In this alone? |
| 15349 | Is Beatrix turned to Laura? |
| 15349 | Is all honourable? |
| 15349 | Is he distracted? |
| 15349 | Is it my fault you are not fortunate? |
| 15349 | Is she not very handsome? |
| 15349 | Is that the tenderest term you can afford? |
| 15349 | Is this lewd? |
| 15349 | Is this the faith you promised me to keep? |
| 15349 | Is this the humble way you were to move? |
| 15349 | Is this the liberty? |
| 15349 | Is''t come to this, after all my boastings and declarations against it? |
| 15349 | It is thus severely assailed by Rochester: But does not Dryden find even Jonson dull? |
| 15349 | Kill him unarmed, who, armed, shunned killing you? |
| 15349 | Lay it down, or--_ Ben._ to_ Cam._ Do ye see, sir, this enemy to the muses? |
| 15349 | Leonidas, Why should you tempt this danger on yourself? |
| 15349 | Let what will happen--_ Aur._ Do you not see your ruin inevitable? |
| 15349 | Madam, do you for champions take these two, By their success to live or die? |
| 15349 | May I not hope that favour, which strangers, in civility, may claim, even from the most reserved? |
| 15349 | Methought, too, she looked with a languishing eye upon me, as who should say, Are you a man, and have no pity for a poor distressed virgin? |
| 15349 | Must I then kill Benzayda, or must lose? |
| 15349 | Nay, more, stolen from my prayers with sacrilege, And here transferred to you? |
| 15349 | None could be seen while Almahide was by, Because she is to be-- her majesty!-- Why would I be a queen? |
| 15349 | Now, Abdelmelech, is my brother dead? |
| 15349 | Now, if they ask me, whence it is that our conversation is so much refined? |
| 15349 | O fy, fy, fy; I hope you''ll be honourable?--You''d laugh at me if I should, madam.--What, do you mean to throw me down thus? |
| 15349 | O, here he is.--Have you performed my will? |
| 15349 | On what great work were your grave wisdoms set? |
| 15349 | Or could you take the counsel, which you give? |
| 15349 | Or if his lumpish fancy doth refuse Spirit and grace to his loose slattern muse? |
| 15349 | Or why have I alone that wretched taste, Which, gorged and glutted, does with hunger last? |
| 15349 | Or, if the unseemly folly would possess me, Why should I chuse to make my son my rival? |
| 15349 | Or, what obedience hop''st thou to be paid, From one who first her father disobeyed? |
| 15349 | PALAMEDE_ with a letter in his hand.__ Pala._ This evening, sayest thou? |
| 15349 | Palamede, you and I must clear this reckoning: why would you have seduced my wife? |
| 15349 | Pray, what do you call that nunnery? |
| 15349 | Prithee, what suspicions? |
| 15349 | Quick, Hippolita; where''s the key? |
| 15349 | Shakespeare''s style Stiff and affected? |
| 15349 | Shall I attend your lordship to him? |
| 15349 | Shall I kiss your hand on it? |
| 15349 | So ill reward such tenderness of mind? |
| 15349 | Speak, is this a lie, sirrah? |
| 15349 | Stay, is not that the young lord Argaleon, the king''s favourite? |
| 15349 | Tell me, good Hermogenes, Whose son is that brave youth? |
| 15349 | Tell me, what is it, sir, you here prepare? |
| 15349 | That sigh? |
| 15349 | That you should regulate each look of mine? |
| 15349 | The garden, you say, is the place appointed? |
| 15349 | The prince I know already, by your description of his masking habit; but, which is the duke, his father? |
| 15349 | The time? |
| 15349 | These silent hours divided from my sleep? |
| 15349 | Think well; is that an action to be paid? |
| 15349 | This guilty hand, Which should be used in dropping holy beads, But now bequeathed to yours? |
| 15349 | This heaving heart, Which only should be throbbing for my sins, But which now beats uneven time for you? |
| 15349 | This is some sudden tumult; will you along? |
| 15349 | To damn, at once, the poet and his play[3]: But why was your rage just at that time shown, When what the author writ was all his own? |
| 15349 | Was it thy valour, or the work of chance? |
| 15349 | Was not that Aurelian with Camillo? |
| 15349 | Well; you declared your love:--What followed then? |
| 15349 | Were you a princess, would you not be true? |
| 15349 | What French invasion have you found to fear? |
| 15349 | What are your ways of living here? |
| 15349 | What art thou, spirit? |
| 15349 | What crime has the poor wretch committed, that you press it thus? |
| 15349 | What fury, Zegrys, has possessed your minds? |
| 15349 | What habits? |
| 15349 | What hopes, what fears, what transports can it move? |
| 15349 | What is''t you whisper to Lucretia? |
| 15349 | What mean you? |
| 15349 | What merchant is it, who would stay behind, His whole stock ventured to the waves and wind? |
| 15349 | What more disgrace can love and fortune join To inflict upon one man? |
| 15349 | What new misfortunes do these cries presage? |
| 15349 | What paper''s that at my foot? |
| 15349 | What piety can''st thou expect from her, Who could forgive a brother''s murderer? |
| 15349 | What rage the brave Abencerrages blinds? |
| 15349 | What shall I do, or not do? |
| 15349 | What will he think is in my message meant? |
| 15349 | What''s the meaning of that indecent noise you make? |
| 15349 | What''s your demand? |
| 15349 | What? |
| 15349 | When all my joys are gone, What cause can I for living longer give, But a dull, lazy habitude to live? |
| 15349 | When some fierce fire lays goodly buildings waste, Would you conclude There had been none, because the burning''s past? |
| 15349 | When the Lord Chief Justice, Sir Robert Hyde, to repress his insolence, asked him if he had ever read the"Complete Gentleman?" |
| 15349 | When would you I should come? |
| 15349 | When you gave freedom to my captive lord,-- That rival who possessed what you adored,-- Of such a deed what price can there be made? |
| 15349 | Whence are you grown that great divinity, That with such ease into my thoughts can pry? |
| 15349 | Where Eubulus? |
| 15349 | Where I should place my duty? |
| 15349 | Where are they? |
| 15349 | Where is she? |
| 15349 | Where is the queen and young Theagenes? |
| 15349 | Where wit, to be sensible of the delicacies of love? |
| 15349 | Where would you fasten any hold upon them? |
| 15349 | Where, marriage, is thy cure, which husbands boast, That in possession their desire is lost? |
| 15349 | Which of my actions were you scanning here? |
| 15349 | Why cross you thus your arms, and shake your head? |
| 15349 | Why do you not banish him? |
| 15349 | Why does my fairest Almahide frown? |
| 15349 | Why does she come where she has nought to do? |
| 15349 | Why is this miser doomed to all this store; He, who has all, and yet believes he''s poor? |
| 15349 | Why must I be from just revenge debarred? |
| 15349 | Why stay you, sir? |
| 15349 | Why the pox could they not have staid their tumult till to- morrow? |
| 15349 | Why, Benito, are you mad? |
| 15349 | Why, do you desire it? |
| 15349 | Why, do you doubt it? |
| 15349 | Why, have you any business here? |
| 15349 | Will he, who does all great, all noble seem, Be lost and forfeit to his own esteem? |
| 15349 | Will he, who may with heroes claim a place, Belie that fame, and to himself be base? |
| 15349 | Will you be a man or a woman? |
| 15349 | Will you give me leave to name some few? |
| 15349 | Will you go see the ceremony of their entrance? |
| 15349 | Will you venture? |
| 15349 | Will you yet pardon my unwilling crime? |
| 15349 | Without this blessing I would not retire.-- But madam, can I go and leave you here? |
| 15349 | Would you allow him favours? |
| 15349 | Would you not judge him mad, who held a lion In chains of steel, and changed them for a twine? |
| 15349 | Would you with this my just suspicions blind? |
| 15349 | Would you your hand in Selin''s blood embrue? |
| 15349 | Yet why should I not? |
| 15349 | Yet-- can you tell me you have power and will To save my life, and at that instant kill? |
| 15349 | You bristle up to me, and wheel about me, like a turkey- cock that is making love: Faith, how do you like my person, ha? |
| 15349 | You have a guard without? |
| 15349 | You have seen Julia of that house? |
| 15349 | You have seen your mistress? |
| 15349 | You''ll assist me with your sword? |
| 15349 | You''ll second me? |
| 15349 | [ ASCANIO_ takes away the habits, and Exit.__ Duke._[_ Returning._] How do you find yourself? |
| 15349 | [ MELANTHA_ laughs in the glass._] How does that laugh become my face? |
| 15349 | [_ An alarm within.__ Enter_ ABDELMELECH, ZULEMA, HAMET, ABENAMAR;_ their swords drawn.__ Abdelm._ Is this a time for discord or for grief? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside._ But why should you be so much my enemy? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside._ Sir,''tis indeed to you that I would speak, And if--_ Leon._ O, you are sent to scorn my fortunes? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside._] What if he proposes to marry me? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside._]--Why the devil do you ask my judgment? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside.__ Fred._ What have I done? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside.__ Pala._ Was it not well found out, Rhodophil? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside.__ Pala._ You look strangely: How do you like her? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside.__ Palm._ What is she, Artemis? |
| 15349 | [_ Aside.__ Rho._ Pray, spouse, how long have you been acquainted with this gentleman? |
| 15349 | [_ Claps his hand on his.__ Dor._ Hold, hold; are not you two a couple of mad fighting fools, to cut one another''s throats for nothing? |
| 15349 | [_ Embrace.__ Dor._ And did I wrong n''own Rhodophil, with a false suspicion? |
| 15349 | [_ Embracing him._ And art thou safe from their deluded rage!-- Whom must I praise for thy deliverance? |
| 15349 | [_ Exit Messenger._ Now, Palamede, what think you of this sport? |
| 15349 | [_ Exit Soldier, and immediately enters with_ SELIN_ bound.__ Aben._ Did you, according to my orders, write? |
| 15349 | [_ Exit the Alferez.__ Lyndar._ Then must I to your pity owe my peace? |
| 15349 | [_ Exit.__ Duke._ So, now we are alone, what said Lucretia? |
| 15349 | [_ He looks about him, and sees his master._] How the devil came these three together? |
| 15349 | [_ He takes her hand.__ Abdelm._ By this-- Will you not give me leave to swear? |
| 15349 | [_ He takes up the guitar, and begins.__ Aur._ Why, you invincible sot you, will nothing mend you? |
| 15349 | [_ Pointing to_ MELANTHA,_ who swiftly passes over the stage.__ Rho._ Who? |
| 15349 | [_ Pulling him forward.__ Dor._ Were you so near, and would not speak, dear husband? |
| 15349 | [_ Runs to the door._] Who waits there? |
| 15349 | [_ Sets his teeth.__ Hip._ Who the devil would have put it to the venture? |
| 15349 | [_ She gives her hand._] Now could not we thrust out our lips, and contrive a kiss too? |
| 15349 | [_ Shrieking.__ Soph._ How now, daughter? |
| 15349 | [_ Steals away.__ Rho._ What, is she gone? |
| 15349 | [_ The Prince takes the letter, and, thinking to put it up hastily, drops it.__ Enter Duke.__ Duke._ Now, Frederick, not abroad yet? |
| 15349 | [_ They bind him to a corner of the stage.__ Benz._ In what sad object am I called to share? |
| 15349 | [_ To the King.__ Poly._ I am amazed: What must be done? |
| 15349 | [_ To_ SELIN And have you summoned Ozmyn to appear? |
| 15349 | [_ Trumpets sound a charge within, and soldiers shout._ What shouts, and what new sounds of war are these? |
| 15349 | [_ Turning from him.__ Boab._ What mystery in this strange behaviour lies? |
| 15349 | [_ Walking to him._ Have I done any thing that makes him sad? |
| 15349 | [_ Whispers to the King.__ Poly._ But are you certain you are not deceived? |
| 15349 | [_ Whispers.__ Dor._[_ To PALA._] Why do you not follow your mistress, sir? |
| 15349 | [_ Within, a bell, drums, and trumpets.__ Enter a Messenger._ How now? |
| 15349 | [_ Within.__ Rho._ I should know that voice; who''s within there, that calls you? |
| 15349 | ], and ask her, how she dares appear before you, after such a signal treachery, or before me, after such an overthrow? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ But if I lose it, must I lose you too? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ Give me not cause to think you mock my grief: What place have I, but this, for my relief? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ I fain would ask, ere I proceed in this, If, as by choice, you are by promise his? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ Justice distributes to each man his right; But what she gives not, should I take by might? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ Madam,--because I would all doubts remove,-- Would you, were I a king, accept my love? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ Ungrateful maid, did I for this rebel? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ What face of any title can I bring? |
| 15349 | _ Abdal._ Why would you be so great? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._ Just heaven, must my poor heart your May- game prove, To bandy, and make children''s play in love? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._ O, more than woman false!--but''tis in vain.-- Can you ere hope to be believed again? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._ This do you know, and tempt the danger still? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._ What angry god, to exercise his spite,[_ To the King._ Has arm''d your left hand, to cut off your right? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._ What proof of duty would you I should give? |
| 15349 | _ Abdelm._[_ coming back_] Have I not answered all you can invent, Even the least shadow of an argument? |
| 15349 | _ Aben._ But why thus long do you her name conceal? |
| 15349 | _ Aben._ What constancy can''st thou e''er hope to find In that unstable, and soon conquered mind? |
| 15349 | _ Ah, charming fair, said I, How long can you my bliss and yours deny? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Can you think this, and would you go away? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Did he my freedom to his life prefer, And shall I we d Almanzor''s murderer? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Has my dear lord some new affliction had? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ How dare you claim my faith, and break your own? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ What sadness sits upon your royal heart? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Where should I find the heart to speak one word? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Why do you thus my secret thoughts pursue, Which, known, hurt me, and can not profit you? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Why will you in your breast your passion crowd,[_ Approaching him._ Like unborn thunder rolling in a cloud? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Would you so soon, what you have raised, throw down? |
| 15349 | _ Almah._ Your way is somewhat strange to ask relief You ask with threatening, like a begging thief.-- Once more, Almanzor, tell me, am I free? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ And how dare you, who from my bounty live, Intrench upon my love''s prerogative? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ And what is honour, but a love well hid? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ And with what dangers are you threatened here? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Are you beloved by him? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Are, then, my services no higher prized? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ But, madam, is not yours a greater guilt, To ruin him, who has that fabric built? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Did she not name the queen? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Do you then think I can with patience see That sovereign good possessed, and not by me? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ If his unkindness have deserved that curse, Must I, for loving well, be punished worse? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ My love is languishing, and starved to death; And would you give me charity-- in breath? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ My price!--why, king, you do not think you deal With one who sets his services to sale? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ No man has more contempt than I of breath, But whence hast thou the right to give me death? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ She shall not turn; what is it she can do, To recompense me for the loss of you? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ That he should dare to do me this disgrace!-- Is fool, or coward, writ upon my face? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ What are ten thousand subjects such as they? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ What business can this woman have with me? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ What recompence attends me, if I stay? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ What subjects will precarious kings regard? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Who dares touch her I love? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Would you, to save my life, my love betray? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Yes, I have bound myself; but will you take The forfeit of that bond, which force did make? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._ Yes, I will turn my face, but not my mind: You bane and soft destruction of mankind, What would you have with me? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._''Tis true, my own unhappiness I see; But who, alas, can my physician be? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._''Tis true; what justice in that heaven can be, Which thus affronts me with the sight of thee? |
| 15349 | _ Almanz._''Twere well, if I could like a spirit live; But, do not angels food to mortals give? |
| 15349 | _ Amal._ I? |
| 15349 | _ Arga._ You are too modest, in not naming all His obligations to you: Why did you Omit his son, the prince Leonidas? |
| 15349 | _ Arte._ Sure, from hence he learned He had a son? |
| 15349 | _ Arte._ Then false Polydamus betrayed his trust? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ A woman, say you? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ How will you disguise, sister? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ Pray give me leave, sir, to ask you but one question; Why were you so unwilling that she should be married to your father? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ Signior Camillo? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ The place? |
| 15349 | _ Asca._ The weapons? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ Ay, it might have proved a good one: Faith, shall I stay yet, and make it one, in spite of the abbess, and all her works? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ But what was that to Beatrix? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ But, to the business; What is this famous enterprise? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ No, sir; but infinitely grieved, that--_ Fred._ No more;''twas a mistake: But which way can we escape? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ Why do you hope so? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ Why, when did you discourse by day with me? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._ Why, you slave, you dog, you son of twenty fathers, am I to be served at this rate eternally? |
| 15349 | _ Aur._[_ Within._] Why, Benito, how long shall we stay for you? |
| 15349 | _ Aurelian._[_ Within._] Benito, where are you, sirrah? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ But what if my imagination should really furnish me with some--_ Aur._ Not a plot, I hope? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ But, tell me truly, are not you in love with me? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ By my master''s order? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ Come, are we ready, gallants? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ How, sir, fighting? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ I am undone for ever; What shall I do with myself? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ I come, sir.--What the devil would he have? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ I hope you have not broke my assignation? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ No, sir, no plot; but some expedient then, to mollify the word, when your invention has failed you? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ O gemini, is it you, sir? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ These women? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ What means all this surveying, madam? |
| 15349 | _ Ben._ Your nieces? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ Alas, my lord, where can your vengeance fall? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ And of what marble do you think me made? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ I fear to ask, yet would from doubt be freed,-- Is Selin captive, sir, or is he dead? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ I see there''s somewhat which you fear to tell; Speak quickly, Ozmyn, is my father well? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ Now, Ozmyn, now your want of love I see; For would you go, and hazard losing me? |
| 15349 | _ Benz._ to_ Selin._ Alas, what aid can my weak hand afford? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ How can I think you love me, while I see That trophy of a rival''s victory? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ Is this the Almanzor whom at Fez you knew, When first their swords the Xeriff brothers drew? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ Since, Almahide, you seem so kind a wife,[_ Taking her by the hand._ What would you do to save a husband''s life? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ Suppose your country should in danger be; What would you undertake to set it free? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ The Christians are dislodged; what foe is near? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ What can the cause of all this tumult be? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ What counsel can this rising storm prevent? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._ When you, within, the traitor''s voice did hear, What did you then? |
| 15349 | _ Boab._''Tis true, Almanzor did her honour save, But yet what private business can they have? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ But what will your father say, if you part with him? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ But, do you know what an hour in love is worth? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ I look upon the assignation as certain; will you promise me to go? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ Is not love love, without a priest and altars? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ Is this true, Benito? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._ Your man is made safe, I hope, from doing us any mischief? |
| 15349 | _ Cam._[_ Stepping back._] This is the prince''s page, I know his voice.--Ascanio? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ And are you such a novice in love, to believe a wife''s message to her husband? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ And how many more of these fine things can you say to me? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ But how do you know she''s sick a- bed? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ But where was the steel, that knew the load- stone? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ For you only? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ However, if you can not follow her all day, you will meet her at night, I hope? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Now, where was your good genius, that would prompt you to find me out? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Then you make a load- stone of your mistress? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Then, it seems, you are so impudent to think it was an assignation? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Was it so, think you? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ What recreations? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ What should you talk of a peace a- bed, when you can give no security for performance of articles? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ What''s that, I beseech you? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ What, before I speak? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ What, lie with a boy? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Who''s that you are so mad to enjoy, Palamede? |
| 15349 | _ Dor._ Who? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Alas, what''s your distemper? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ But how can I be then secure, that, when Your fear is o''er, your love will still continue? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Do you know her? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ His nieces, say you? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ How then can we be satisfied this was not a device of masking, rather than a design of ravishing? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ No, I confess I have deserved my fate; For, what had these grey hairs to do with love? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ No, leave me here with Valerio; I have a little business, which dispatched, I''ll follow you immediately.--Well, what success, Valerio? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Since on one side there must be confidence, Why may not I expect, as well as you, To have it plac''d in me? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Since when, madam, have the world and you been upon these equal terms of hostility? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Which is the ambassador? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ Yet again that senseless argument? |
| 15349 | _ Duke._ You''ll not abuse my love? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ ALMAHIDE_ with a taper.__ Almah._ My light will sure discover those who talk.-- Who dares to interrupt my private walk? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ AURELIAN_ and_ CAMILLO,_ guarded._ Aurelian and Camillo? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ DORALICE,_ walking by, and reading.__ Pala._ Ods my life, Rhodophil, will you keep my counsel? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ MARIO,_ and Servants.__ Mar._ Where is this serenading rascal? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ PHILOTIS,_ with a paper in her hand.__ Mel._ O, are you there, minion? |
| 15349 | _ Enter_ RHODOPHIL,_ who seems speaking to one within.__ Rho._ Leave''em with my lieutenant, while I fetch new orders from the king.--How? |
| 15349 | _ Et tu, Brute!_ Do you mistake me for a fool too? |
| 15349 | _ Eub._ Leonidas? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ Has any thing of moment happened to discompose your highness? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ Has she offended your highness? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ How should it be known? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ If she be false-- yet, why should I suspect her? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ Shall I wait your highness? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._ Will you leave me for your prayers, madam? |
| 15349 | _ Fred._''Tis true, he is my father; but when nature Is dead in him, why should it live in me? |
| 15349 | _ Fron._ What does the fellow mean? |
| 15349 | _ Fron._ Why, friend, what villany? |
| 15349 | _ Gaz._ To disobey our orders is to die.-- I''ll do''t,--who dares oppose it? |
| 15349 | _ Hamet._ Where found you confidence your suit to move? |
| 15349 | _ Hip._ Dare you make all this good, you have said of your master? |
| 15349 | _ Hip._ I hear some walking this way.--Who goes there? |
| 15349 | _ Hip._ I thought where all her anger was: Why do you not rail, madam? |
| 15349 | _ Hip._ Madam, the foolish fellow, whom we took, grows troublesome; what shall we do with him? |
| 15349 | _ Jorden._ Marababa sahem, means, how much in love am I? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Alas, sir, for whom do you mistake me? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ And have you no brother, or any other of your name; one that is a wit, attending on signior Aurelian? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ But sure it was another you, that waited on Camillo in the garden, last night? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Do you rebel, young gentlewoman? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Have I not seen him lately in his balcony, which looks into our garden, with another handsome gentleman in his company, who seems a stranger? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ How slept you, after your adventure? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Not sleep for dreaming? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Now the question is, which of us two is the greatest cheat? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Well, what answer have you returned to this letter? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._ Who comes with him? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._[_ Reading it._] What''s here? |
| 15349 | _ Lau._[_ Turning up her mask._] And these two gentlemen are no ravishers, but--_ Ben._ How, no ravishers? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ Are not these enough? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ Can you so easily without me live? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ From whence do these tumultuous clamours come? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ Is this your pity? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ Sir, ask the stars, Which have imposed love on us, like a fate, Why minds are bent to one, and fly another? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ These often failing sighs and interruptions Make me imagine you have grief like mine: Have you ne''er loved? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ What did he say, Palmyra? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ What? |
| 15349 | _ Leon._ You answer saucily, and indirectly: What interest can you pretend in her? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ And what is then this midnight conversation? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ But where did you find the key, Ascanio? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ But you, I hope, are much too noble to Destroy the fame of a poor silly woman? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Do you contradict yourself so soon? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Have I not her stature most exactly? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Is this a time for raillery? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Since you are not in love, you may the better counsel me: What shall we do with this same troublesome father of yours? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Well, I find at last I must confess myself: What think you of Eugenia Beata? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ What should we do, if it should be lost now? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ What, not your father? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Will you be satisfied, if I tell you I am of the Colonne? |
| 15349 | _ Luc._ Without seeing me? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Am I not loved? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ And how,--then murmured in a bigger tone Another voice,--and how should it be known? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Are you pursued, and do you thus delay To save yourself? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Have I for this betrayed Abdalla''s trust? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ I find you come to quarrel with me now; Would you know more of me than I allow? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ My lord, the Prince Abdalla, is it you? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Submit!--you speak as you were not in fault.--''Tis evident the injury is mine; For why should you my secret thoughts divine? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ The king, like them, is fierce, and faithless too; How can I trust him who has injured you? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Who but yourself did that rebellion move: Did I e''er promise to receive your love? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._ Your danger brings this trouble in my eyes.-- But what affair this''venturous visit drew? |
| 15349 | _ Lyndar._[_ above._] What saucy slave so rudely does exclaim, And brands my subject with a rebel''s name? |
| 15349 | _ Mar._ How''s this, how''s this? |
| 15349 | _ Mar._ My nieces? |
| 15349 | _ Mar._ Were these women flying from a nunnery? |
| 15349 | _ Mar._ What''s the matter with the fellow? |
| 15349 | _ Mar._ Where? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ Came you lately from Palermo, sir? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ Drained? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ First, you will engage-- that--_ Pala._ Fa, la, la, la,& c.[_ Louder.__ Mel._ Will you hear the conditions? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ How durst you interrupt me so_ mal apropos_, when you knew I was addressing to the princess? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ I hope you will not force me? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ Sovereignly? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ That glance, how suits it with my face? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ The new prince, sayest thou? |
| 15349 | _ Mel._ The prince? |
| 15349 | _ Naive, and naiveté.__ Mel.__ Naive!_ as how? |
| 15349 | _ Ozm._ Are these the terms? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Am I then to be discarded for ever? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ And she takes it to the death? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Art thou married? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ As people say? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Ay, how came you hither? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ But can you, in charity, suffer me to be so mortified, without affording me some relief? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ But what makes my mistress with you? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ But where, then, shall I find you again? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ But why would you address yourself so much_ a contretemps_ then? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Count Rhodophil? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Follow her? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ For minuets, madam--_ Mel._ And what new plays are there in vogue? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Hast thou so? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ How for nothing? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ How keeps he the king''s favour with these qualities? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ How? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ I must confess, madam, that--_ Mel._ And what new minuets have you brought over with you? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Pr''ythee, what''s the matter? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Rhodophil, how came you hither in so good company? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Shall I run after, and fetch her back again, to present you to her? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Well, then, how far have you proceeded in your love? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ What cause could he give them? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ What do you think of that innocent pair, who made it their pretence to seek for others, but came, indeed, to hide themselves there? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ What dost think of a blessed community betwixt us four, for the solace of the women, and relief of the men? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ What is she, for a woman? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ What was the quarrel? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Who thought to have found the court so far from Syracuse? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Who, I miserable? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Why would you have debauched my mistress? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._ Why, what the devil should be her meaning else? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._''Slife, what''s this? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._[_ Within._] Where the devil are you, madam? |
| 15349 | _ Pala._[_ aside._] Tell her all? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ After so many proofs, how can you call My love in doubt? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Alas, what shall I answer? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ And is it thus you court Palmyra''s bed? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Do you remember, when their tasks were done, How all the youth did to our cottage run? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Is aught of moment happened since you went? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Speak quickly; what have you resolved to do? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Till when? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ What then remains? |
| 15349 | _ Palm._ Why was not I a princess for your sake? |
| 15349 | _ Phil._ Go naked? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ Come hither, beauteous maid: Are you not sorry Your father will not let you pass for mine? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ Could you not wish yourself a princess then? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ How can I give belief to this impostor? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ If thou would''st live, speak quickly, What is become of my Eudoxia? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ In what you can, Leonidas? |
| 15349 | _ Poly._ Why, my sweet maid? |
| 15349 | _ Red._''Tis fatal to refuse her, or obey.-- But where is our excuse? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Again, my boy? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ And how, and how? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ And is not that enough? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ And the hopes of burying him? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ And was it only thus, my dear Doralice? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Ay, or is half so profitable for navigation? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Beliza, what make you here? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ But suppose the wife and mistress should both long for the standing dish, how should they be satisfied together? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Friend, I will believe you, and vow the same for your Melantha; but the devil on''t is, how shall we keep them so? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Have they not hurt you? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ How came you hither, spouse? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ No? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Pray thee, Doralice, why do we quarrel thus a- days? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Then you are quite off from your other mistress? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Well, Palamede, how go the affairs of love? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ What do you think of that civil couple, that played at a game, called Hide and Seek, last evening in the grotto? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ What wine have you there, Palamede? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Who thought to have seen you in Sicily? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Yes: Where''s the secret? |
| 15349 | _ Rho._ Yield, sir; what use of valour can be shewn? |
| 15349 | _ Selin._ Art thou so soon to pardon murder won? |
| 15349 | _ Selin._ Say for what end you thus in arms appear; What are your names, and what demand you here? |
| 15349 | _ Selin._ This virtue would even savages subdue; And shall it want the power to vanquish you? |
| 15349 | _ Sold._ What orders for admittance do you bring? |
| 15349 | _ Sold._[_ above._] Who calls below? |
| 15349 | _ Val._ Sir? |
| 15349 | _ Val._ Which way took she? |
| 15349 | _ Vio._ But for us, madam? |
| 15349 | _ Vio._ But how will you get rid of my uncle? |
| 15349 | _ Vio._ Ere heaven and holy vows have made it so? |
| 15349 | _ Vio._ Was there ever such an insolence? |
| 15349 | _ Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now, When passion is decayed? |
| 15349 | _ Zul._ Dare you, what sense and reason prove, deny? |
| 15349 | _ Zul._ True, they have pardoned me; but do they know What folly''tis to trust a pardoned foe? |
| 15349 | _ after a short whisper._] Your friend? |
| 15349 | _ follows her._[_ Shouts within, and clashing of swords.__ Pala._ What noise is that? |
| 15349 | _ is going after.__ Abdal._ Why, fairest Lyndaraxa, do you fly[_ Staying her._ A prince, who at your feet is proud to die? |
| 15349 | _ kicks.__ Aur._ What? |
| 15349 | a disputing subject? |
| 15349 | a foe for you to fear? |
| 15349 | am I fallen into your quarters? |
| 15349 | and what dost thou seek? |
| 15349 | and which of these is mine? |
| 15349 | and, in short, the pleasing disquiets of the soul, always restless, and wandering up and down in a paradise of thought, of its own making? |
| 15349 | and, now, where shall we virtue find? |
| 15349 | are you there? |
| 15349 | can you be of just revenge afraid? |
| 15349 | can you thus resign That love, which you have vowed so firmly mine? |
| 15349 | do you hear, Camillo? |
| 15349 | do you mutiny? |
| 15349 | from whence proceed these new alarms? |
| 15349 | has the old Cupid, your father, chosen well for you? |
| 15349 | have you made an assignation to Benito? |
| 15349 | how have I this cruelty deserved? |
| 15349 | is he a good woodman? |
| 15349 | is it you, madam? |
| 15349 | is this to be a father? |
| 15349 | mine are ruined worse:-- Furies and hell!--What right have you to curse? |
| 15349 | my wonder''s greater than before; How did he dare my freedom to restore? |
| 15349 | never disguise it, I know the amour: But I hope you took the occasion to strike in for me? |
| 15349 | not one tender look, one passing word? |
| 15349 | now he''s found no prince, he is the strangest figure of a man; how could I make that_ coup d''etourdi_ to think him one? |
| 15349 | or how could you Absent yourself so long? |
| 15349 | speak comfort quickly; have you found it? |
| 15349 | that is so palled a thing, What pleasure can it to a lover bring? |
| 15349 | the joy of a return? |
| 15349 | the stranger? |
| 15349 | the sweetness of little quarrels, caused and cured by the excess of love? |
| 15349 | the tenderness of a farewell- sigh for an absence? |
| 15349 | the zeal of a pressing hand? |
| 15349 | thou hast kindly done, To bring me back that fugitive, my son; In arms too? |
| 15349 | what can I save? |
| 15349 | what can we say? |
| 15349 | what had I forgot? |
| 15349 | what strange adventure brought you here? |
| 15349 | what us? |
| 15349 | what will this come to? |
| 15349 | when another has enjoyed her? |
| 15349 | where? |
| 15349 | why must he possess, and I despair? |
| 15349 | why would you leave me? |
| 15349 | why, have you it, brother? |
| 15349 | will they both be here? |
| 16402 | fearful, weak, bloody, perfidious, hypocritical, and fawning, in the play? |
| 16402 | ''Swounds, what do you make of a man? |
| 16402 | ***** Coreb, is''t thou? |
| 16402 | --I would see him strip; has he no diseases about him? |
| 16402 | A lady, say''st thou, young and beautiful, Brought in a chair? |
| 16402 | Ah, why were we not born both of a sex? |
| 16402 | Alas, I was ignorant of my own talent!--Say then, believers, will you have a captain for your Mufti, or a Mufti for your captain? |
| 16402 | All these require your timeous assistance;--shall I say, they beg it? |
| 16402 | Am I tied in poetry to the strict rules of history? |
| 16402 | And I may say of him, as was said of a celebrated poet,_ Cui unquam poetarum magis proprium fuit subito astro incalescere? |
| 16402 | And do you think I''ll be the receiver of your theft? |
| 16402 | And how many subjects would be left? |
| 16402 | And now you''re grown up to a booby''s greatness, What, would you wrest the sceptre from his hand? |
| 16402 | And to what end this ill- concerted lie, Which palpable and gross, yet granted true, It bars not my inviolable vows? |
| 16402 | And why this prosecution of love for the king''s sake? |
| 16402 | And would his creature, nay, his friend, betray him? |
| 16402 | And, further, to instruct you how to cry, will you have_ A mufti_, or_ No mufti_? |
| 16402 | And, on my honour, ladies, I avow, This play was writ in charity to you; For such a dearth of wit who ever knew? |
| 16402 | Are not you unfortunate quoters? |
| 16402 | Are not your holy stipends paid for this? |
| 16402 | Are you leaguers, or covenanters, or associators? |
| 16402 | Art thou some ghost, some demon, or some god, That I should stand astonished at thy sight? |
| 16402 | Avete voi preveduti i mali, che sono per succedere? |
| 16402 | But how comes Pompey the Great to be a whig? |
| 16402 | But how have I put him under an unfortunate character? |
| 16402 | But how to right them? |
| 16402 | But is there heaven? |
| 16402 | But knock at your own breast, and ask your soul, If those fair fatal eyes edged not your sword More than your father''s charge, and all your vows? |
| 16402 | But now comes the main objection,--why was it stopt then? |
| 16402 | But pray, who denies the unparalleled villainy of the papists in that bloody massacre? |
| 16402 | But thou hast charged me with ingratitude; Hast thou not charged me? |
| 16402 | But what could I, unthinking city, do? |
| 16402 | But what had this to do with protestants? |
| 16402 | But what makes that woman with him, and a friend, a sword drawn, and hasting hence? |
| 16402 | But what rabble was it to provoke? |
| 16402 | But where the shoals of merchants meeting? |
| 16402 | But why in intervals of parliament? |
| 16402 | But why these prayers for me? |
| 16402 | But, why was such a host of swearers pressed? |
| 16402 | Can earthy substance endless flames endure? |
| 16402 | Can you forgive the man you justly hate, That hazards both your life and crown to spare him? |
| 16402 | Can you pretend to love, And have no pity? |
| 16402 | Conduct her in.--[_ Exit Servant.__ Card._ You would be left alone? |
| 16402 | Confess, proud spirit,( For I will have it from thy very mouth) That better he deserved my love than thou? |
| 16402 | Could the robbed passenger expect a bounty From those rapacious hands, who stripped him first? |
| 16402 | Could the same trick, twice played, our nation gull? |
| 16402 | Damme, says Underhill, I''m out of two hundred, Hoping that rainbows and peacocks would do; Who thought infallible Tom[a] could have blundered? |
| 16402 | Dar''st thou be false to thy assignation? |
| 16402 | Did not I see you with him: did not he present me to you? |
| 16402 | Didst thou not say-- Affronts so great, so public, I never could forgive? |
| 16402 | Do I discourage rebellion, mutiny, rapine, and plundering? |
| 16402 | Do my eyes dazzle? |
| 16402 | Do you love me? |
| 16402 | Do you love, And can you thus forbear? |
| 16402 | Does she not want two of the four elements? |
| 16402 | Dost thou not know the captive king has dared To we d Almeyda? |
| 16402 | Down, rising mischief, down, or I will kill thee, Even in thy cause, and strangle new- born pity!-- Yet if he were not married!--ha, what then? |
| 16402 | For how can incest suit with holiness, Or priestly orders with a princely state? |
| 16402 | For shame, good Christians, can you suffer such a man to starve, when you see his design is upon your purses? |
| 16402 | For want of petticoat, I''ve put on buff, To try what may be got by lying rough: How think you, sirs? |
| 16402 | For what could be more uniform, than to draw from out of the members of a captive court, the subject of a comical entertainment? |
| 16402 | For what should hinder me to sell my skin,} Dear as I could, if once my hand were in?} |
| 16402 | For what''s Mahomet to me, but that I get by him? |
| 16402 | For why should I fear my representatives? |
| 16402 | From Mustapha what message? |
| 16402 | GUISE_ solus.__ Gui._ Glory, where art thou? |
| 16402 | Grillon, the Guise is doomed to sudden death: The sword must end him:--has not thine an edge? |
| 16402 | Ha, what sayest thou, Johayma? |
| 16402 | Halt-- to your judgment.--[MALICORN_ makes signs of Assassination._] Let him, if he dare.-- But more, more, more;--why, Malicorn!--again? |
| 16402 | Has he ordered more love to be shewn to one son, than to another? |
| 16402 | Has he performed my dread command, Returning Albion to his longing land, Or dare the nymph refuse? |
| 16402 | Has honour''s fountain then sucked back the stream? |
| 16402 | Has honour''s fountain then sucked back the stream? |
| 16402 | Hast thou ne''er killed a man? |
| 16402 | Have I so little honour? |
| 16402 | Have not all rebels always sung the same song? |
| 16402 | Have you not heard your father in his youth, When newly married, travelled into Spain, And made a long abode in Philip''s court? |
| 16402 | Have you, O Guise, since your last solemn oath, Stood firm to what you swore? |
| 16402 | How are they more obliged to honour the king''s son out of parliament, than in it? |
| 16402 | How can a soul be worth so much to devils? |
| 16402 | How has this poison lost its wonted way? |
| 16402 | How long, ye gods, how long Can royal patience bear The insults and wrong Of madmen''s jealousies, and causeless fear? |
| 16402 | Hunt) to the business? |
| 16402 | I am resolved I''ll put forward for myself; for why should I be my lord Benducar''s fool and slave, when I may be my own fool and his master? |
| 16402 | I ask them, what it does concern protestants to do in this case, and whether they mean anything by that expression? |
| 16402 | I curse thee not; For, who can better curse the plague, or devil, Than to be what they are? |
| 16402 | I do not beg, I challenge justice now.-- O Powers, if kings be your peculiar care, Why plays this wretch with your prerogative? |
| 16402 | I shall, and set him full before thy sight, When I shall front thee, like some staring ghost, With all my wrongs about me.--What, so soon Returned? |
| 16402 | I took him in the king''s company; he''s of a great family, and rich; what other virtues wouldst thou have in a nobleman? |
| 16402 | I trust not him; For, now his ends are served, and he grown absolute, How am I sure to stand, who served those ends? |
| 16402 | I would know of him, on what persons he would fix the sting of this sharp satire? |
| 16402 | I''ve heard you say, You''d arm against the League; why do you not? |
| 16402 | If I see the lamb lie bleeding, and the butcher by her with his knife drawn, and bloody, is not that evidence sufficient of the murder? |
| 16402 | If love produced not some, and pride the rest? |
| 16402 | If such_ præmunire_ be, pray, answer me, who has most incurred it? |
| 16402 | In conscience, what can you urge against me, which I can not return an hundred times heavier on you? |
| 16402 | In that procession, he''s more fit for heaven: What hinders us to seize the royal penitent, And close him in a cloister? |
| 16402 | In the mean time, pray, where lies the relation betwixt the"Tragedy of the Duke of Guise,"and the charter of London? |
| 16402 | Infernal fiend, Is this a subject''s part? |
| 16402 | Is he no more? |
| 16402 | Is it not so, Polin? |
| 16402 | Is it so sacred, that a parliament only is suffered to debate it, and dare you run it down both in your discourses, and pamphlets out of parliament? |
| 16402 | Is load so pleasant? |
| 16402 | Is my lord chamberlain, and the scrutineers that succeed him, to tell us, when the king and the duke of York are abused?" |
| 16402 | Is not the bread thou eat''st, the robe thou wear''st, Thy wealth, and honours, all the pure indulgence Of him thou would''st destroy? |
| 16402 | Is nothing to be left to noble hazard? |
| 16402 | Is this the love renewed? |
| 16402 | Is this your oracle? |
| 16402 | It is a devilish one indeed; but who can help it? |
| 16402 | It is true there was no rebellion; but who ever told him that I intended this parallel so far? |
| 16402 | Lost virtue, whither fled? |
| 16402 | M._ A little mended, sir.--What have you done? |
| 16402 | M._ Sir? |
| 16402 | M._ What will you say? |
| 16402 | M._ Why did not you, who gave me part of life, Infuse my father stronger in my veins? |
| 16402 | M._[_ Stopping the king._] What mean you, sir? |
| 16402 | Mol._ But are these all? |
| 16402 | Mol._ What shall I do to conquer thee? |
| 16402 | Mol._ Where are those slaves? |
| 16402 | Mol._ Wouldst thou revenge thee, trait''ress, hadst thou power? |
| 16402 | Must I teach thee thy trade? |
| 16402 | No venture made, but all dull certainty? |
| 16402 | No, if I tamely bear such insolence, What act of treason will the villains stop at? |
| 16402 | Now, in the devil''s name, what make you here, Daubing the inside of the court, like snails, Sliming our walls, and pricking out your horns? |
| 16402 | On carrion- tits those sparks denounce their rage, In boot of wisp and Leinster frise engage; What would you do in such an equipage[3]? |
| 16402 | Or is it cast betwixt the king and her To sound me? |
| 16402 | Or must I lose, To please my foes, My sole remaining joy? |
| 16402 | Or, when one body wears and flits away, Do souls thrust forth another crust of clay, To fence and guard their tender forms from fire? |
| 16402 | Ours is to be a popish play; why? |
| 16402 | Poor droning truants of unpractised cells, Bred in the fellowship of bearded boys, What wonder is it if you know not men? |
| 16402 | Quis ubi incaluit, fortius et fæclicius debacchatur_? |
| 16402 | Shadwell) to it?" |
| 16402 | Shall I go on? |
| 16402 | Shall I trust an oath, when I see your eyes languishing, your cheeks flushing, and can hear your heart throbbing? |
| 16402 | Shall I trust heaven, that heaven which I renounced, With my revenge? |
| 16402 | Should I not come to vindicate my fame From wrong constructions? |
| 16402 | Snatched from the sweating labourer his food? |
| 16402 | Speak, hast thou ever seen my father''s hand? |
| 16402 | Tell me the truth, how happened this disorder? |
| 16402 | That''s another lie: How far have you travelled, friend? |
| 16402 | The abbot enquiring of him that brought him the ring, how he came by it? |
| 16402 | The conjurer there is asking his devil,"what fortune attended his master, the Guise, and what the king?" |
| 16402 | The government or you? |
| 16402 | The uncertainty of his fate is alluded to by Fletcher:_ Wittypate._ In what service have ye been, sir? |
| 16402 | Then, where''s my satisfaction? |
| 16402 | Think''st thou I come to argue right and wrong?-- Why lingers Dorax thus? |
| 16402 | This is no time for silence:--Who''s within? |
| 16402 | This moonshine grows offensive to my eyes; come, shall we walk into the arbour? |
| 16402 | This way, you awkward rascal; here lies the arbour; must I be shewing you eternally? |
| 16402 | Those ruffled hands, red looks, and port of fury? |
| 16402 | Thou meant''st to kill a tyrant, not a king: Speak, didst thou not, Alonzo? |
| 16402 | To fight thee after this, what were it else Than owning that ingratitude thou urgest? |
| 16402 | To hear, I warrant, what the king''s a doing, And what the cabinet- council; then to the city, To spread your monstrous lies, and sow sedition? |
| 16402 | To lengthen out a black voluptuous slumber, And dream you had your sister in your arms? |
| 16402 | Tongue confused of every nation? |
| 16402 | Was ever thief or murderer fool enough to plead guilty? |
| 16402 | We, who are most in favour, can not call This hour our own.--You know the younger brother, Mild Muley- Zeydan? |
| 16402 | Welcome to their friends repeating, Busy bargains''deafer sound? |
| 16402 | Well, Hamet, are our friends, the rabble, raised? |
| 16402 | Well, who is it then? |
| 16402 | Were his rebels your friends or your relations? |
| 16402 | Were kings e''er known, in this degenerate age, So passionately fond of noble acts, Where interest shared not more than half with honour? |
| 16402 | Were you not bred apart from worldly noise, To study souls, their cures and their diseases? |
| 16402 | Were your Norman ancestors of any of those families, which were conspirators in the play? |
| 16402 | What has the poor dead man done to nettle you? |
| 16402 | What hast thou learnt of Dorax? |
| 16402 | What have you seen to provoke you to this cruelty? |
| 16402 | What honours, interest, were the world to buy him, Shall make a brave man smile, and do a murder? |
| 16402 | What madness were it for the weak and few, To fight against the many and the strong? |
| 16402 | What means the trolling of this fatal chime? |
| 16402 | What news from the lieutenant? |
| 16402 | What safety could their public acts afford? |
| 16402 | What say you, masters, will you stand by me? |
| 16402 | What says Og the king of Basan to it? |
| 16402 | What says my lord chief baron of Ireland to the business? |
| 16402 | What says the livery- man Templar? |
| 16402 | What says the livery- man templer? |
| 16402 | What two they are, whom, to use his own words, he"so maliciously and mischievously would represent?" |
| 16402 | What''s all thy time? |
| 16402 | What''s our reward? |
| 16402 | What''s royalty, but power to please myself? |
| 16402 | What''s thy whole life To my one hour of ease? |
| 16402 | What''s thy wishing to my will? |
| 16402 | What, burn the tapers dim, When glorious Guise, the Moses, Gideon, David, The saviour of the nation, makes approach? |
| 16402 | What, louder yet? |
| 16402 | What, shall the people know their god- like prince Skulked in a nightly skirmish? |
| 16402 | What, when I feel his council on my neck, Shall I not cast them backward if I can, And at his feet make known their villainy? |
| 16402 | When did you see your prisoner, great Sebastian? |
| 16402 | When fortune favours, none but fools will dally;} Would any of you sparks, if Nan, or Mally,} Tip you the inviting wink, stand, shall I, shall I?} |
| 16402 | Where shall he fill a room divine? |
| 16402 | Where then are the other two, and what am I? |
| 16402 | Whether I need to name a second Atticus? |
| 16402 | Which of the two Sosias is it that now speaks? |
| 16402 | Who is the old serpent and Satan now? |
| 16402 | Who leads the first attack? |
| 16402 | Who shall be judges, whether you are friends or not? |
| 16402 | Who''s to live and reign; tell me that, the wisest of you? |
| 16402 | Why came that sigh uncalled? |
| 16402 | Why came ye not before? |
| 16402 | Why did we know so soon, or why at all, That sin could be concealed in such a bliss? |
| 16402 | Why do you wave your hand, and warn me hence? |
| 16402 | Why dost thou fly me, Grillon, and retire? |
| 16402 | Why dost thou turn thy beauties into frowns? |
| 16402 | Why heaves my heart, and overflow my eyes? |
| 16402 | Why is all this pains taken to expose the person of king Henry III.? |
| 16402 | Why must I still suspect you? |
| 16402 | Why stood I stupid else, and missed a blow, Which heaven and daring folly made so fair? |
| 16402 | Why this alarm? |
| 16402 | Why this posture? |
| 16402 | Why was not I your brother? |
| 16402 | Why, are not you Morayma, the Mufti''s daughter? |
| 16402 | Why, thou little dun, is thy debt so pressing? |
| 16402 | Will the king of Portugal Go to his death like a dumb sacrifice? |
| 16402 | Will they at length awake the sleeping sword, And force revenge from their offended lord? |
| 16402 | Woman, woman, What can I call thee more? |
| 16402 | Wouldst thou be touched By the presuming hands of saucy grooms? |
| 16402 | Wouldst thou give comfort, who hast given despair? |
| 16402 | Yet can pains last, when bodies can not last? |
| 16402 | You are not Marmoutiere? |
| 16402 | You know me not? |
| 16402 | You shall see me manage them, that you may judge what ignorant beasts they are.--For whom do you shout now? |
| 16402 | Your Mufti? |
| 16402 | Your talents lie how to express your spite; But, where is he who knows to praise aright? |
| 16402 | Zey._ The gallant renegade you mean? |
| 16402 | Zeyd._ You see me come, impatient of my hopes, And eager as the courser for the race: Is all in readiness? |
| 16402 | [ MERCURY_ ascends.__ Alb._ Shall I, to assuage Their brutal rage, The regal stem destroy? |
| 16402 | [_ A great shout._]--Hear''st thou that, slave Antonio? |
| 16402 | [_ Aside.__ Alv._ Is there not yet an heir of this vast empire, Who still survives, of Muley- Moluch''s branch? |
| 16402 | [_ Aside.__ Emp._ But clear my doubts:--thinkst thou they may rebel? |
| 16402 | [_ Aside.__ Emp._[_ Coming up to them._] Have you performed Your embassy, and treated with success? |
| 16402 | [_ Aside.__ Emp_ Why speaks not Dorax? |
| 16402 | [_ Exeunt Arch- Bishop and Cardinal._ What can she mean?--repent? |
| 16402 | [_ Exit from the Grate.__ Ant._ O thou pretty little heart, art thou flown hither? |
| 16402 | [_ Exit.__ Gui._ Ha, said she true? |
| 16402 | [_ Gives him the bond._ There, fool; behold who lies, the devil, or thou? |
| 16402 | [_ Making a leg.__ Alm._ Why should I fear to speak, who am your queen? |
| 16402 | [_ They whisper again.__ Dor._ What, will the favourite prop my falling fortunes? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Cit._ How, every where? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Cit._ Is this a time to make sermons? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Cit._ That''s the first true syllable he has uttered: but as how, and whereby, and when, may they depose him? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Rabble._ Ay, we know that without your telling: But why are we met together, doctor? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Rabble._ What, will he come with his balderdash, after the Mufti''s eloquent oration? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Sher._ For what, pray, colonel, if we may be so bold? |
| 16402 | _ 1 Sher._ Why, sir, may n''t citizens be saved? |
| 16402 | _ 1st Mer._ What virtues has he to deserve that price? |
| 16402 | _ 2 Cit._ How the devil does he know this? |
| 16402 | _ 2d Mer._''Tis but a washy jade, I see: what do you ask for this bauble? |
| 16402 | _ A Devil rises.__ Mal._ What counsel does the fate of Guise require? |
| 16402 | _ Ab._ But wherefore seems the king so unresolved? |
| 16402 | _ Ab._ Marked you his hollow accents at the parting? |
| 16402 | _ Ab._ Was ever age like this? |
| 16402 | _ Ab._ When is this council to be held again? |
| 16402 | _ Ab._ Why sends not then the king sufficient guards, To seize the fiends, and hew them into pieces? |
| 16402 | _ Aim._ I would have asked you, if I durst for shame, If still you loved? |
| 16402 | _ Alb._ But is not yonder Proteus''cave, Below that steep, Which rising billows brave? |
| 16402 | _ Alb._ Since then the gods and thou will have it so, Go;( Can I live once more to bid thee?) |
| 16402 | _ Alb._ To whom shall I my preservation owe? |
| 16402 | _ Alb._ What then must helpless Albion do? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ And can you find No mystery couched in this excess of kindness? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ Do you then live? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ For what? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ How can we better die than close embraced, Sucking each other''s souls while we expire? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ Old venerable Alvarez--[_ Sighing.__ Seb._ But why that sigh in naming that good man? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ Thou wilt not dare to break what heaven has joined? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ What joys can you possess, or can I give, Where groans of death succeed the sighs of love? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._ What shall I do? |
| 16402 | _ Alm._''Tis a false courage, when thou threaten''st me; Thou canst not stir a hand to touch my life: Do not I see thee tremble, while thou speak''st? |
| 16402 | _ Alph._ But why should the king assemble the States, to satisfy the Guise, after so many affronts? |
| 16402 | _ Alph._ But why this parliament at Blois, and not at Paris? |
| 16402 | _ Alph._ Is there any seeming kindness between the king and the duke of Guise? |
| 16402 | _ Alph._ Who looked for an assembly of the States? |
| 16402 | _ Alv._ And what becomes of me? |
| 16402 | _ Alv._ Have you forgot? |
| 16402 | _ Alv._ What interest can I have, or what delight, To blaze their shame, or to divulge my own? |
| 16402 | _ Alv._ What, to destroy himself? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ And good reason; for when kings and queens are to be discarded, what should knaves do any longer in the pack? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ And what will become of thee, then, poor kind soul? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Can you suspect I would leave you for Johayma? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Dog, what wouldst thou have? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Pray think in reason, sir; is a man to be put to death for a similitude? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Thou wilt not make a horse of me? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ What do you mean, madam? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ What manner of woman is she? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Where lodges your husband? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Where the devil hast thou been? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Why, are you not, madam? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._ Why, truly, conscience is something to blame for interposing in our matters: but how can I help it, if I have a scruple to betray my master? |
| 16402 | _ Ant._[_ Running to her, and embracing her._] Look, if she be not here already!--What, no denial it seems will serve your turn? |
| 16402 | _ Arch._ Have you not heard the king, preventing day, Received the guards into the city gates, The jolly Swisses marching to their fifes? |
| 16402 | _ Arch._ Where have you learnt to spare inveterate foes? |
| 16402 | _ Archon._ What then remains for me? |
| 16402 | _ Ben._[_ Aside to Dor._] The emperor would learn these prisoners''names; You know them? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ Brave renegade!--Could''st thou not meet Sebastian? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ Can you call me friend, And think I could neglect to speak, at full, The affronts you had from your ungrateful master? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ I could not find it, till you lent a clue To that close labyrinth; how then should they? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ Still you run off from bias:--Say, what moves Your present spleen? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ Then you resolve To implore her pity, and to beg relief? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ To love? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ To whom? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ What can be counselled, while Sebastian lives? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ What then controuls you? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ Why ask you, sir? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ You could not meet him then? |
| 16402 | _ Bend._ You would not put a nation to the rack? |
| 16402 | _ Buss._ But did the primitive Christians e''er rebel, When under heathen lords? |
| 16402 | _ Buss._ I hope you set them right? |
| 16402 | _ Buss._ The curate of St Eustace comes at last: But, father, why so late? |
| 16402 | _ Buss._ What is''t? |
| 16402 | _ Card._ Have you no temper? |
| 16402 | _ Card._ What mean you, brother, by this godly talk, Of sparing Christian blood? |
| 16402 | _ Cur._ Are you a member of the League, and ask that question? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Have I been cursing heaven, while heaven blest me? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Is it so strange to find me, where my wrongs, And your inhuman tyranny, have sent me? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Mean you to turn an anchorite? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ My master!--By what title? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ O, whither would you drive me? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ What means this riddle? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ What, my Alonzo, said you? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Where justice wanted, could reward be hoped? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Why, is that news? |
| 16402 | _ Dor._ Why, then, these foreign thoughts of state- employments, Abhorrent to your function and your breedings? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ All may be foes; or how to be distinguished, If some be friends? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ And own''st the usurpation of my love? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ And thinkst thou not, it was discovered? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Art thou a statesman, And canst not be a hypocrite? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ By heaven thou didst; deny it not, thou didst: For what was all that prodigality Of praise, but to inflame me? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Did not my conscious eye flash out a flame, To lighten those brown horrors, and disclose The secret path I trod? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Dispatch; what saw he? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Explain yours first.--What meant you, hand in hand? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ The people, are they raised? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Then thou doubtst they would? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ Thou art not married to Almeyda? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._ What mean''st thou? |
| 16402 | _ Emp._[_ Seeing him._] You druggerman[4] of heaven, must I attend Your droning prayers? |
| 16402 | _ Enter Emperor, and Guards attending him.__ Emp._ What news of our affairs, and what of Dorax? |
| 16402 | _ Enter King and Council._[_ Shouts without.__ King._ What mean these shouts? |
| 16402 | _ Enter Queen- Mother followed by the Counsellors._ O, madam, you are welcome; how goes your health? |
| 16402 | _ Enter_ GRILLON_ and_ POLIN.__ Gril._ Have then this pious Council of Sixteen Scented your late discovery of the plot? |
| 16402 | _ Enter_ ORCHAN,_ the third Servant._ O, Orchan, did I think thy diligence Would lag behind the rest!--What from the Mufti? |
| 16402 | _ Et tu, Brute,_ whom I saved? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ A plague confound you, Why should I not? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Angel, or devil, I will.--Nay, at this rate, She''ll make me shortly bring him to her bed.-- Bawd for him? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ For what? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Hast thou compacted for a lease of years With hell, that thus thou ventured to provoke me? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ I will, by heaven, to the purpose; And, if he force a beating, who can help it? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ If he provokes me, strike him; You''ll grant me that? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Rather let me demand your majesty, Why fly you from yourself? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Shall I fight him? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Then, in the name of all thy brother- devils, What wouldst thou have with me? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Why do you, sir? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Why droops the royal majesty? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Why, are you not a villain? |
| 16402 | _ Gril._ Yes; but how have I Deserved to do a murder? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Because the king disdains my services, Must I not let him know I dare be gone? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ By heaven, I took thee for my soul''s physician, And dost thou vomit me with this loathed peace? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Can I help this? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Do you not fear, your visit will be known? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ How, madam? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ I have none but you: Must I ne''er see you more? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Sir, will you please with patience but to hear me? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ The king''s at Blois, and you have reason for it; Therefore, what am I to expect from pity,-- From yours, I mean,--when you behold me slain? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Then was''t not Henry''s fear preserved my life? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Well, colonel, are we friends? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ What devil has sent thee here to plague my soul? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ What say you, curate? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ What, at court? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Why said you, so it were? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Why, any thing but she: What should the mistress of a king do here? |
| 16402 | _ Gui._ Why, madam, why? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ And are those faults to lovers? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ Ay, but the sight of that loathsome creature has almost cured me; and how can I tell that he is a christian? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ How''s that, villain, dar''st thou accuse me? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ Once again, how came you to name Morayma? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ What have you been bred up to, sirrah? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ What nonsense do you talk? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ What, for an intended trespass? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._ Why not, my lord? |
| 16402 | _ Joh._[_ At the Balcony._] A bird in a cage may peep, at least, though she must not fly.--What bustle''s there beneath my window? |
| 16402 | _ Juno._ Why stay we then on earth, When mortals laugh and love? |
| 16402 | _ King._ And canst thou suffer it? |
| 16402 | _ King._ And you desire their meaning? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Can you doubt it? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Dismissed with such contempt? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Dost thou not hate him? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Ha, colonel, is this your friendly visit? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Has he been called to make his just defence? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Hast thou not plundered from the helpless poor? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Hast thou not said, That he deserves it? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Is my revenge unjust, or tyrannous? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Is''t possible? |
| 16402 | _ King._ No more?--and with that stern resolved behaviour? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Secure in that, I''ll trust thee;--shall I trust thee? |
| 16402 | _ King._ See, I am hushed; Speak then; how far, madam, would you command? |
| 16402 | _ King._ So then, my lord, we''re a day off from death: What shall to- morrow do? |
| 16402 | _ King._ To whom? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Well, what then? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What can I do? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What can be left in danger, but to dare? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What is''t those gods, the Commons, do not know? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What said you, Marmoutiere? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What then? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What then? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What was''t? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What''s to be done? |
| 16402 | _ King._ What, all turned cowards? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Who should be loved, but you? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Why not? |
| 16402 | _ King._ Wilt thou go too? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ At court, and near the king;''tis true, by heaven: I never play''d you foul, why should you doubt me? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ But why in this fanatic habit, devil? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Laughest thou, malicious fiend? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Not when deposed? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ O why was I not warned before? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ So pitiless? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Thou hast deserved me, And I am thine, dear devil: what do we next? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Thou talk''st of stars: Can''st thou not see more deep into events, And by a surer way? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Well, and what of that? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ What makes the curate of St. Eustace here? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ What, Marmoutiere? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ What, resty, fiend? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Where am I now? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Who waits? |
| 16402 | _ Mal._ Why Beelzebub? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Alas, my Guise!--O heaven, what did I say? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Can I unknow it? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Did I not tell you, sir? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Do these o''erboiling answers suit the Guise? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Do you not wonder at this visit, sir? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Have I said I loved you? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Love me, my lord? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Nay, what mean you? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ This hour? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ What am I then? |
| 16402 | _ Mar._ Why do you leave the court? |
| 16402 | _ May._ Have you not told her what we have in hand? |
| 16402 | _ May._ Suppose the city should not rise? |
| 16402 | _ Mel._ Seest thou these ebbing sands? |
| 16402 | _ Mel._ Then, wilt thou stand to that without appeal? |
| 16402 | _ Merc._ Suppose me sent Thy Albion to restore,-- Can''st thou repent? |
| 16402 | _ Merc._ What brought thee, wretch, to this despair? |
| 16402 | _ Mor._ And what was poor little I among them all? |
| 16402 | _ Mor._ What do you mean? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ Art thou mad, Morayma? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ But did he mean no mischief? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ But thou wilt not teach me, at this age, the nature of a close embrace? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ He is now upon the point of marrying himself, without your sovereign consent: And what are the effects of marriage? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ How''s that, Johayma? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ I am indeed thy father; but how the devil didst thou know me in this disguise? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ I have heard the outcries of my wife; the bleatings of the poor innocent lamb.--Seen nothing, sayst thou? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ It''s impossible:--then what meant all those outcries? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ No; the natural effects of marriage are children: Now, on whom would he beget these children? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ So you may cast a sheep''s eye behind you? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ Speak thou, has he not violated my bed, and thy honour? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ Why honey bird, I bought him on purpose for thee: didst thou not say, thou longedst for a Christian slave? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ Why not, when sacrilegious power would seize My property? |
| 16402 | _ Muf._ Why, what have I done to thee? |
| 16402 | _ Mufti._ And selling him again? |
| 16402 | _ Mufti._ And what''s become of my other slave? |
| 16402 | _ Mufti._ No, sirrah, so you may repent and escape punishment: Did not you sell this very slave amongst the rest to me, and take money for him? |
| 16402 | _ Mufti._ What is that you are asking, sirrah? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ Bauble, do you call him? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ Do you remember the glorious rapines and robberies you have committed? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ That I laid in for them, slave Antonio-- Do I then spit upon your faces? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ Then make much of your retentive faculties.--And who led you to those honey- combs? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ Think''st thou so, slave Antonio? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ What, am I forsaken of my subjects? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ Why should I lie to your honour? |
| 16402 | _ Must._ You see, slave Antonio, what I might have been? |
| 16402 | _ Plu._ Dear pledges of a flame not yet forgot, Say, what on earth has been your lot? |
| 16402 | _ Plu._ Speak what you are, And whence you fell? |
| 16402 | _ Pol._ But how can he rebel? |
| 16402 | _ Pol._ Since we are proved to be above the king, I would gladly understand whom we are to obey, or, whether we are to be all kings together? |
| 16402 | _ Pol._ What could they find to object? |
| 16402 | _ Re- enter_ DORAX,_ having taken off his Turban, and put on a Peruke, Hat, and Cravat.__ Dor._ Now, do you know me? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ And is''t not strange, that heaven should bless my arms In common causes, and desert the best? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Art thou so generous, too, to pity him? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Did I expect from Dorax this return? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ How fares our royal prisoner, Muley- Zeydan? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ How, damned? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ How, tyrant? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ I prophesied thy proud soul could not bear it.-- Now, judge thyself, who best deserved my love? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ I see to what thou tend''st: but, tell me first, If those great acts were done alone for me? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Speak''st thou of love, of fortune, or of death, Or double death? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ To expiate this, can I do more than die? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Was ever man so ruined by himself? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Was''t not enough to brand my father''s fame, But thou must load a lady''s memory? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ What else? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ What if I make her mine? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ What mak''st thou of thyself, and what of me? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ What say''st thou of Henriquez? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ What, more than death? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Why so remote a question, which thyself Can answer to thyself? |
| 16402 | _ Seb._ Wilt thou thyself become the greater tyrant, And give not love, while thou hast love to give? |
| 16402 | _ Sebast._ What sayst thou? |
| 16402 | _ Tyr._ But who shall then command? |
| 16402 | _ Tyr._ Say then, what must be done? |
| 16402 | _ Venus._ What stars above shall we displace? |
| 16402 | _ Wittypate._ Are you sure Sebastian died there? |
| 16402 | _ Zel._ And''tis by us that Albion must be slain; Say, whom shall we employ The tyrant to destroy? |
| 16402 | _ Zel._ What help, when jarring elements conspire, To punish our audacious crimes? |
| 16402 | _& c.__ Re- enter Servant with_ MARMOUTIERE,_ and exit.__ Starting back._] Is''t possible? |
| 16402 | am not I the mistress of the family? |
| 16402 | and do you protect him? |
| 16402 | and how the devil didst thou find me here? |
| 16402 | and is it not my place to see good order kept in it? |
| 16402 | and what can you perform, to recommend you to my service? |
| 16402 | and what pearls and jewels dost thou mean? |
| 16402 | and why not just three drops, As well as four or five, or five and twenty? |
| 16402 | and why, what then? |
| 16402 | ay, and to tread upon my foot, and squeeze my hand too, if I may be so bold to remember you of past favours? |
| 16402 | but did you not know him to be my slave, sirrah? |
| 16402 | but the presence opens; who comes here? |
| 16402 | call there, where are the servants? |
| 16402 | darest thou justify Those villains? |
| 16402 | did ever virgin yet attempt An enterprise like mine? |
| 16402 | didst not thou Forsake thy faith, and break thy nuptial vow? |
| 16402 | didst not thou thyself, in fathoming The depth of my designs, drop there the plummet? |
| 16402 | do you take me for the Mufti''s daughter? |
| 16402 | do you think legs and arms are strung upon a wire, like a jointed baby? |
| 16402 | fame, revenge, ambition, Where are you fled? |
| 16402 | ha, Grillon, said''st thou, come? |
| 16402 | ha, never see thee more? |
| 16402 | has she any thing about her but air and fire? |
| 16402 | hast thou not often said, That Lucifer''s your king? |
| 16402 | help, I say; do you not know your master''s daughter? |
| 16402 | imagining it was he, and yet you went? |
| 16402 | is he dead? |
| 16402 | is it not well enough? |
| 16402 | is''t possible? |
| 16402 | judge for them, And champion against me? |
| 16402 | me, did you mention? |
| 16402 | must I be left, As age and time had worn me out of use? |
| 16402 | must I beg the pity of my slave? |
| 16402 | must I stumble too? |
| 16402 | my good lords, what if the murdering council Were in our power, should they escape our justice? |
| 16402 | not a man in France Dares set his foot by mine, and perish by me? |
| 16402 | not yet? |
| 16402 | on a slave disarmed, Defenceless, and submitted to my rage? |
| 16402 | one estate decree? |
| 16402 | or where''s thy dwelling Who can reveal? |
| 16402 | or whether the world has not already prevented me, and fixed it there, without my naming? |
| 16402 | perhaps revolt? |
| 16402 | take money twice for the same commodity? |
| 16402 | that stubborn arrogant rebel, That laughs at proffered mercy, slights his pardon, Mocks royal grace, and plots upon my life? |
| 16402 | then is my hated rival dead? |
| 16402 | then the world Is sworn to Henry''s death: Does beauty too, And innocence itself conspire against me? |
| 16402 | thou bleed''st:-- Three, and no more!--what then? |
| 16402 | to people Africa with monsters, Which that unnatural mixture must produce? |
| 16402 | was he endeavouring nothing? |
| 16402 | was that like a cavalier of honour? |
| 16402 | we shall be pursued immediately; which way shall we take? |
| 16402 | were you not so charitable as to give me money? |
| 16402 | what canst thou avail, Against rebellion armed with zeal, And faced with public good? |
| 16402 | what if it thundered now, Or if a raven crossed me in my way? |
| 16402 | what is there dreadful in you? |
| 16402 | what is there in such rascals, Should make me hide my thought, or hold my tongue? |
| 16402 | what mean you, Marmoutiere? |
| 16402 | what saucy slave is this? |
| 16402 | what was''t I said? |
| 16402 | what''s that grizly fellow, that attends thee? |
| 16402 | why dost thou call me on To fight, yet rob my limbs of all their use? |
| 16402 | why jolt my spirits In this unequal circling of my blood? |
| 16402 | why were you a rebel? |
| 16402 | why, what has conscience to do with two young lovers that have opportunity? |
| 16402 | will nobody come to my assistance? |
| 16402 | wrong the head of my religion? |
| 16402 | you are confounded, and stand mute? |
| 16402 | you will not throttle him? |
| 16208 | ''Tis said, ambition in his breast does rage: Who would not be the hero of an age? |
| 16208 | ( For I remember not thy face in heaven) Or by command, or hither led by choice? |
| 16208 | --_Magne regnator deum, Tam lentus audis scelera? |
| 16208 | Abstract of all that''s excellent in woman, can you be friend to murder? |
| 16208 | Ah, whither does he run[_ At the door._ On pointed swords? |
| 16208 | Ai- je du mettre au jour l''opprobre de son lit? |
| 16208 | Am I a Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | Am I condemned to be the second man, Who e''er complained he virtue served in vain? |
| 16208 | Am I false, Or infamous? |
| 16208 | Am I known No more? |
| 16208 | Am I to live, or die? |
| 16208 | And art thou dead? |
| 16208 | And bring coarse fare, when appetite is gone? |
| 16208 | And from the abundance of whose soul and heat, The o''erflowing served to make your mind so great? |
| 16208 | And seest not sin obscures thy god- like frame? |
| 16208 | And she received my message, with as true, With as unfeigned a sorrow, as you brought it? |
| 16208 | And should I Forsake this beauty? |
| 16208 | And this the climate we must change for heaven? |
| 16208 | And to whom could I more fitly apply myself than to your lordship, who have not only an inborn, but an hereditary loyalty? |
| 16208 | And wanting subjects to his haughty will, On this mean work employed his trifling skill? |
| 16208 | And was I worth a tear? |
| 16208 | And was he blest with bolder ignorance? |
| 16208 | And what a poor figure would Mr Bayes have made, without his_ Egad, and all that_?" |
| 16208 | And you, not Aureng- Zebe, condemned to die? |
| 16208 | And, would you multiply more ruins on me? |
| 16208 | Are all the flights of heroic poetry to be concluded bombast, unnatural, and mere madness, because they are not affected with their excellencies? |
| 16208 | Are there yet more Morats? |
| 16208 | Are ye all dead? |
| 16208 | Are you indeed returned, are you the same? |
| 16208 | Are you well awake? |
| 16208 | Are your beds of down? |
| 16208 | Art thou some other Adam, formed from earth, And comest to claim an equal share, by birth, In this fair field? |
| 16208 | At Actium, who betrayed him? |
| 16208 | Be pardoned, and confess I loved not well? |
| 16208 | Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth slippery way? |
| 16208 | Behold it on the murderer''s hand; A robber first, he took degrees in mischief, And grew to what he is: Know you that diamond, And whose it was? |
| 16208 | Blame me not, heaven; if thou love''s power hast tried, What could be so unjust to be denied? |
| 16208 | Bright as a goddess? |
| 16208 | But bears its workings outward to the world? |
| 16208 | But here you stand accused of no less crimes than robbery first, then murder, and last, treason: What can you say to clear yourself? |
| 16208 | But say, from whence this new combustion springs? |
| 16208 | But shall I speak? |
| 16208 | But what is death? |
| 16208 | But what of all my conquest can I boast? |
| 16208 | But what of that? |
| 16208 | But what success did your injustice find? |
| 16208 | But wherefore waste I precious hours with thee? |
| 16208 | But, how, sir, how have you from virtue swerved? |
| 16208 | But, who''s that stranger? |
| 16208 | By violence? |
| 16208 | By what sure means can I their bliss invade? |
| 16208 | Can beauty wonder, and not pity raise? |
| 16208 | Can it find a curse Beyond our separation? |
| 16208 | Can there be freedom, when what now seems free Was founded on some first necessity? |
| 16208 | Can they be friends of Antony, who revel When Antony''s in danger? |
| 16208 | Can you not one poor life to her afford, Her, who gave up whole nations to your sword? |
| 16208 | Can you not one, one parting look afford? |
| 16208 | Can you not tell her, you must part? |
| 16208 | Canst thou remember, When, swelled with hatred, thou beheld''st her first As accessary to thy brother''s death? |
| 16208 | Condemned to live with subjects ever mute; A savage prince, unpleased, though absolute? |
| 16208 | Could Aureng- Zebe so lovely seem to thee, And I want eyes that noble worth to see? |
| 16208 | Could I do so? |
| 16208 | Could he be just, or kind? |
| 16208 | Could he speak More plainly? |
| 16208 | Could his brutal mind Be wrought upon? |
| 16208 | Could you resolve, on any terms, to part? |
| 16208 | Desired of gods, and envied even by Jove: And dost thou ignorance or fear pretend? |
| 16208 | Devois- je en lui faisant un recit trop sincere, D''un indigne rougeur couvrir le front d''un pere? |
| 16208 | Did I not tell you, I would be deceived? |
| 16208 | Did not you o''er- rule, And force my plain, direct, and open love, Into these crooked paths of jealousy? |
| 16208 | Did we concur to life, or chuse to be? |
| 16208 | Did we solicit heaven to mould our clay? |
| 16208 | Did you not say my lover should be king? |
| 16208 | Didst thou but now plead on thy knees for life, And offer''dst to make known my innocence In Harman''s injuries? |
| 16208 | Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear,--Oh, tell her not That I accused her of my brother''s death? |
| 16208 | Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes, And whisper in my ear, Oh, tell her not That I accused her of my brother''s death? |
| 16208 | Do not I know him? |
| 16208 | Do you still love your Isabinda? |
| 16208 | Does she deserve this blessing? |
| 16208 | Dost thou think me desperate, Without just cause? |
| 16208 | Drives me before him, To the world''s ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? |
| 16208 | Durst he, who does but for my pleasure live, Intrench on love, my great prerogative? |
| 16208 | Ecquando sæva fulmen emittes manu, Si nunc serenum est? |
| 16208 | Empire is sweet; but how if heaven has spied? |
| 16208 | Exeunt severally.__ Enter_ ADAM_ and_ EVE,_ affrighted.__ Adam._ In what dark cavern shall I hide my head? |
| 16208 | Fan me, you winds: What, not one breath of air? |
| 16208 | Farewell, you flowers, whose buds, with early care, I watched, and to the chearful sun did rear: Who now shall bind your stems? |
| 16208 | First tell me, were you chosen by my lord? |
| 16208 | For favours, cheap and common, who would strive, Which, like abandoned prostitutes, you give? |
| 16208 | For that I am[_ Rising._ I know, because I think; but whence I came, Or how this frame of mine began to be, What other being can disclose to me? |
| 16208 | From darkness to produce us to the day? |
| 16208 | Good heavens, is this,--is this the man who braves me? |
| 16208 | Had I been such, what hindered me to take The crown? |
| 16208 | Hast thou been never base? |
| 16208 | Hast thou not seen my morning chambers filled With sceptered slaves, who waited to salute me? |
| 16208 | Hast thou not still some grudgings of thy fever? |
| 16208 | Have I heard one kind word before I part? |
| 16208 | Have I not horns, and tail, and leathern wings? |
| 16208 | Have I then lived to be excused to Cæsar? |
| 16208 | Hero? |
| 16208 | How bears he this last blow? |
| 16208 | How can our prophet suffer you to reign, When he looks down, and sees your brother slain? |
| 16208 | How is heaven kind, where I have nothing won, And fortune only pays me with my own? |
| 16208 | I can not go one moment from your sight, And must I go for ever? |
| 16208 | I can, I can forgive: Is that a task To love like mine? |
| 16208 | I could wish--_ Ind._ What? |
| 16208 | I fell by this, and, since their strength is less, Why should not equal means give like success? |
| 16208 | I find a secret yielding in my soul; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? |
| 16208 | I grant that my suspicions were unjust; But would you leave me, for a small distrust? |
| 16208 | I grow a fool, and show my rage again:''Tis nature''s fault; and why should I complain? |
| 16208 | I love the wretch; but stay, shall I afford Him part? |
| 16208 | I thought your love eternal: Was it tied So loosely, that a quarrel could divide? |
| 16208 | If I should die, and He above provide Some other Eve, and place her in my stead? |
| 16208 | If a little glittering in discourse has passed them on us for witty men, where was the necessity of undeceiving the world? |
| 16208 | If bounteous nature, if indulgent heaven Have given me charms to please the bravest man, Should I not thank them? |
| 16208 | Ill lodged, and weak to act what it designed? |
| 16208 | In the mean time, what right can be pretended by these men to attempt innovation in church or state? |
| 16208 | Is Aureng- Zebe so known? |
| 16208 | Is death no more? |
| 16208 | Is intellectual food to man denied, Which brutes have with so much advantage tried? |
| 16208 | Is it but, perhaps you love? |
| 16208 | Is it for thee to spy upon my soul, And see its inward mourning? |
| 16208 | Is love so strange? |
| 16208 | Is not your father chief? |
| 16208 | Is our perfection of so frail a make, As every plot can undermine or shake? |
| 16208 | Is she fair? |
| 16208 | Is that a hard request? |
| 16208 | Is their pain less, who yet behind thee stay? |
| 16208 | Is there no smooth descent? |
| 16208 | Is there one god unsworn to my destruction? |
| 16208 | Is this my hoped success? |
| 16208 | Is this so strange? |
| 16208 | Jun._ Have I not eyes? |
| 16208 | Jun._ If I durst trust you now? |
| 16208 | Jun._ Resolve me first one question: Did you not draw your sword this night before, To rescue one opprest with odds? |
| 16208 | Jun._ Tied to a tree and gagged, and--_ Fisc._ And what? |
| 16208 | Jun._ What do you mean? |
| 16208 | Jun._ What would you have me do then? |
| 16208 | Jun._ Who goes there? |
| 16208 | Jun._ Your reason for this sudden change? |
| 16208 | Lead to the mosque.--_ Mor._ Love''s pleasures, why should dull devotion stay? |
| 16208 | Less to yourself, or me? |
| 16208 | Let me think: What can I say, to save myself from death? |
| 16208 | Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth And cry, your will.--Have you no ears? |
| 16208 | Look on her, view her well, and those she brings: Are they all strangers to your eyes? |
| 16208 | Look on these; Are they not yours? |
| 16208 | Lost the first fruits of joy you should possess In my return, and made my triumph less? |
| 16208 | May I believe you love me? |
| 16208 | Methought-- but why do I my bliss delay, By thinking what I thought? |
| 16208 | Morat without does for your ruin wait; And would you lose the buckler of your state? |
| 16208 | Must I new bars to my own joy create? |
| 16208 | Must I offer love? |
| 16208 | Must I weep too? |
| 16208 | Must I without you, then, in wild woods dwell? |
| 16208 | Must I your cold long- labouring age sustain, And be to empty joys provoked in vain? |
| 16208 | My Aureng- Zebe,( may I not call you so?) |
| 16208 | My eyes, my soul, my all!--[_ Embraces her.__ Vent._ And what''s this toy, In balance with your fortune, honour, fame? |
| 16208 | My joys, my only joys, are centered here: What place have I to go to? |
| 16208 | My own kingdom? |
| 16208 | My queen and thou have got the start of me, And I''m the lag of honour.--Gone so soon? |
| 16208 | No circumstance of grief you did deny; And what could she give more, who durst not die? |
| 16208 | No more: Remember you have bravely done; Shall treason end what loyalty begun? |
| 16208 | None answer me? |
| 16208 | Nor only tried themselves, but frankly, more, To me have offered their unenvied store? |
| 16208 | Not Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | Not one brave man dare, with a monarch, fall? |
| 16208 | Now, what news, my Charmion? |
| 16208 | Now, what success? |
| 16208 | Now, what''s the event? |
| 16208 | Or am I dead before I knew, and thou The first kind ghost that meets me? |
| 16208 | Or am I dead? |
| 16208 | Or are you turned a Dolabella too, And let this Fury loose? |
| 16208 | Or do they vain authority pretend O''er human fates, and their weak empire show, Which can not guard their images below? |
| 16208 | Or does my willing mind delude my eyes, And shows the figure always present there? |
| 16208 | Or fear the frown Of him who threw you hence, and joys to see Your abject state confess his victory? |
| 16208 | Or have not I a heart? |
| 16208 | Or have so weak a judgment shown, In chusing you, to change you for a throne? |
| 16208 | Or is it probable that very man, Who actually did kill him afterwards, Should save his life so little time before? |
| 16208 | Or is''t some angel, pitying what I bore, Who takes that shape, to make my wonder more? |
| 16208 | Or know you, Arimant, yourself, or me? |
| 16208 | Or liv''st thou? |
| 16208 | Or sought you this employment? |
| 16208 | Or sprung of heavenly race? |
| 16208 | Or that, for greatness, I can love betray? |
| 16208 | Or thou less hardy to endure than they? |
| 16208 | Or was it chance? |
| 16208 | Or what love- secret, which I must not hear? |
| 16208 | Or what so ill return have I deserved? |
| 16208 | Or who can break the chain which limits men To act what is unchangeably forecast, Since the first cause gives motion to the last? |
| 16208 | Our question thou evad''st: How didst thou dare To break hell bounds, and near this human pair In nightly ambush lie? |
| 16208 | Pourguoi, par quel caprice, Laissés vous le champ libre a votre accusatrice? |
| 16208 | Pray, Mynheer Fiscal, what think you of the English? |
| 16208 | Pray, what makes any thing a sin but law? |
| 16208 | Print his base image on his sovereign''s coin? |
| 16208 | Receive you, sighing after other charms, And take an absent husband in my arms? |
| 16208 | Refuse myself what I had forced from fate? |
| 16208 | Resolve me;( for you know my destiny Is Aureng- Zebes) say, do I live or die? |
| 16208 | Respect is for a wife: Am I that thing, That dull insipid lump, without desires, And without power to give them? |
| 16208 | SCENE 1.--_A Champaign Country._ ADAM,_ as newly created, laid on a bed of moss and flowers, by a rock.__ Adam._ What am I? |
| 16208 | Sawest thou not late a speckled serpent rear His gilded spires to climb on yon''fair tree? |
| 16208 | Secure of empire in that beauteous breast, Who would not give their crowns to be so blest? |
| 16208 | Sen._ Friend, he shall ask your pardon, or I''ll no longer own him; what, ungrateful to a man, whose valour has preserved him? |
| 16208 | Sen._ I warrant you.--What, my brave bonny bridegroom, not yet dressed? |
| 16208 | Sen._ What say you to this accusation, Van Herring? |
| 16208 | Severe decrees may keep our tongues in awe; But to our thoughts, what edict can give law? |
| 16208 | Shall she possess his love, when I am dead? |
| 16208 | Shame of your sex, Dost thou not blush, to own those black endearments, That make sin pleasing? |
| 16208 | She dies for love; but she has known its joys: Gods, is this just, that I, who know no joys, Must die, because she loves? |
| 16208 | Should I not seek The clemency of some more temperate clime, To purge my gloom; and, by the sun refined, Bask in his beams, and bleach me in the wind? |
| 16208 | Should I, who cultivated love with blood, Refuse possession of approaching good? |
| 16208 | Should I, who found the means to''scape, not dare To change my sulphurous smoke for upper air? |
| 16208 | Should he be wholly wretched? |
| 16208 | Should mistresses be left, And not provide against a time of change? |
| 16208 | Should we a rebel son''s excuse receive, Because he was begot without his leave? |
| 16208 | Since''tis to that they their own greatness owe Above, why should they question mine below? |
| 16208 | Since''twas his choice, not ours, which placed us here, The laws we did not chuse why should we bear? |
| 16208 | Sleep you so easy there? |
| 16208 | So weak your charms, that, like a winter''s night, Twinkling with stars, they freeze me, while they light? |
| 16208 | Some one( but who that task dares undertake?) |
| 16208 | Speak, was''t not so? |
| 16208 | Speak; would you have me perish by my stay? |
| 16208 | Suppose( what I''ll not grant) injustice done; Is judging me the duty of a son? |
| 16208 | Tell me which part it does necessitate? |
| 16208 | Tell me, how was''t? |
| 16208 | Tell me, what is''t at which great spirits aim, What most yourself desire? |
| 16208 | Ten years love, And not a moment lost, but all improved To the utmost joys,--what ages have we liv''d? |
| 16208 | That I have lost for you: Or to the Romans? |
| 16208 | That blood, which flushes guilty in your face? |
| 16208 | That crawling insect, who from mud began, Warmed by my beams, and kindled into man? |
| 16208 | The beasts, since we are fallen, their lords despise; And, passing, look at me with glaring eyes: Must I then wander helpless, and alone? |
| 16208 | The blame be mine; you warned, and I refused: What would you more? |
| 16208 | The good we have enjoyed from heaven''s free will, And shall we murmur to endure the ill? |
| 16208 | The least unmortgaged hope? |
| 16208 | Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? |
| 16208 | Then, Dolabella, where was then thy soul? |
| 16208 | Then, we must part? |
| 16208 | They hate me for your sake: Or must I wander The wide world o''er, a helpless, banished woman, Banished for love of you; banished from you? |
| 16208 | Think you he would not sigh, though he must leave me? |
| 16208 | Think you my aged veins so faintly beat, They rise no higher than to friendship''s heat? |
| 16208 | Think, and but think, of what I loved so well? |
| 16208 | This all- perfect creature? |
| 16208 | This fair defect, this helpless aid, called wife; The bending crutch of a decrepid life? |
| 16208 | This fruit-- why dost thou shake? |
| 16208 | This impudence of age, whence can it spring? |
| 16208 | Though I deserve this usage, Was it like you to give it? |
| 16208 | Though interest his restraint has justified, Can life, and to a brother, be denied? |
| 16208 | To cure their mad ambition, they were sent To rule a distant province each alone: What could a careful father more have done? |
| 16208 | To place myself beneath the mighty flaw, Thus to be crushed, and pounded into atoms, By its o''erwhelming weight? |
| 16208 | To stand by my fair fame, and guard the approaches From the ill tongues of men? |
| 16208 | Vous laissés dans l''erreur un pere qui vous uime? |
| 16208 | Was it for me to prop The ruins of a falling majesty? |
| 16208 | Was it our will which formed, or was it He? |
| 16208 | Was it so hard for you to bear our parting? |
| 16208 | Was it to please me with a name alone? |
| 16208 | Was not thy fury quite disarmed with murder? |
| 16208 | Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? |
| 16208 | Was plighted faith so weakly sealed above, That, for one error, I must lose your love? |
| 16208 | We''re now alone, in secresy and silence; And is not this like lovers? |
| 16208 | Were I no queen, did you my beauty weigh, My youth in bloom, your age in its decay? |
| 16208 | Were there so many hours For your unkindness, and not one for love? |
| 16208 | Wert thou to empire, by my baseness, brought, And wouldst thou ravish what so dear I bought? |
| 16208 | What courage tamely could to death consent, And not, by striking first, the blow prevent? |
| 16208 | What enemies had he, who should assault him? |
| 16208 | What had my age to do with love''s delight, Shut out from all enjoyments but the sight? |
| 16208 | What harms it you that Cleopatra''s just? |
| 16208 | What hindered me to have led my conquering eagles To fill Octavius''bands? |
| 16208 | What if any other English? |
| 16208 | What if her husband should have found her? |
| 16208 | What if we find some easier enterprise? |
| 16208 | What injury To him, to wear the robe which he throws by? |
| 16208 | What mean these endless jars of trading nations? |
| 16208 | What means that lovely fruit? |
| 16208 | What meant you when you called me to a throne? |
| 16208 | What must I do? |
| 16208 | What secret meaning have you in those words Of-- my farewell? |
| 16208 | What shall I say? |
| 16208 | What should I fight for now? |
| 16208 | What then remains but battle? |
| 16208 | What think''st thou was his answer? |
| 16208 | What though I am not loved? |
| 16208 | What would you more? |
| 16208 | What''s here? |
| 16208 | When I, in fight, sustained your Thunderer, And heaven on me alone spent half his war, Think''st thou those wounds were light? |
| 16208 | When right, when nature, struggled in my heart; When heaven called on me for thy brother''s claim, Broke all, and sullied my unspotted fame? |
| 16208 | When she exacts it, can I stoop so low? |
| 16208 | When thou would''st work, one tender touch, one smile( How can I hold?) |
| 16208 | When will you thunder, if it now be clear? |
| 16208 | Whence begun? |
| 16208 | Where have you learnt that answer? |
| 16208 | Where seek retreat, now innocence is fled? |
| 16208 | Where shall I find him, where? |
| 16208 | Whither? |
| 16208 | Who am I? |
| 16208 | Who am I? |
| 16208 | Who bids my age make way? |
| 16208 | Who dares adventure more for both than I? |
| 16208 | Who knows what adverse fortune may befal? |
| 16208 | Who made him cheap at Rome, but Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | Who made him scorned abroad, but Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | Who made his children orphans, and poor me A wretched widow? |
| 16208 | Who made them the trustees, or, to speak a little nearer their own language, the keepers of the liberty of England? |
| 16208 | Who would excel, when few can make a test Betwixt indifferent writing and the best? |
| 16208 | Why am I ranked in state above the rest, If, while I stand of sovereign power possest, Another dares, in danger, farther go? |
| 16208 | Why am I thus to slavery designed, And yet am cheated with a freeborn mind? |
| 16208 | Why am I trusted with myself at large, When he''s more able to sustain the charge? |
| 16208 | Why are you made so excellently fair? |
| 16208 | Why did my arms in battle prosperous prove, To gain the barren praise of filial love? |
| 16208 | Why did they refuse to march? |
| 16208 | Why do you stare and tremble? |
| 16208 | Why does it seem so strange? |
| 16208 | Why have you brought me back to this loathed being, The abode of falsehood, violated vows, And injured love? |
| 16208 | Why here alone? |
| 16208 | Why should a man like this, Who dares not trust his fate for one great action, Be all the care of heaven? |
| 16208 | Why should he lord it O''er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? |
| 16208 | Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave? |
| 16208 | Why stayest thou here? |
| 16208 | Why was that fatal knot of marriage tied, Which did, by making us too near, divide? |
| 16208 | Why was this sin of nature made on earth? |
| 16208 | Why will you be so excellently good? |
| 16208 | Will he be kind? |
| 16208 | Will he condemn you for a petty rape? |
| 16208 | Will you go? |
| 16208 | With eastern monarchs, who forgot the sun, To worship my uprising? |
| 16208 | With, or without you, I can have no rest: What shall I do? |
| 16208 | Would a man who has an ill title to an estate, but yet is in possession of it; would he bring it of his own accord, to be tried at Westminster? |
| 16208 | Would you cast off a slave who followed you? |
| 16208 | Would you indeed? |
| 16208 | Yes, but he''ll say, you left Octavia for me;-- And, can you blame me to receive that love, Which quitted such desert, for worthless me? |
| 16208 | Yet grant that all the love she boasts were true, Has she not ruined you? |
| 16208 | Yet neither stirs nor speaks? |
| 16208 | Yet who can hope but well, since even success Makes foes secure, and makes our danger less? |
| 16208 | Yet, is there any more? |
| 16208 | Yet, who should put his life in danger thus? |
| 16208 | Yield me to Cæsar''s pride? |
| 16208 | You do not speak: My friend dumb too? |
| 16208 | You have subverted( may I dare to accuse you of it?) |
| 16208 | You know you must obey me, soon or late: Why should you vainly struggle with your fate? |
| 16208 | You plead each other''s cause: What witness have you, That you but meant to raise my jealousy? |
| 16208 | You said I loved you; and, in recompence, You bid me turn a traitor:--Did I think You would have used me thus? |
| 16208 | You will not leave me then? |
| 16208 | You will not see her? |
| 16208 | You would be killed like Tully, would you? |
| 16208 | You would free me, And would be dropt at Athens; was''t not so? |
| 16208 | [_ A distant shout within.__ Char._ Have comfort, madam: Did you mark that shout? |
| 16208 | [_ Aside.__ Emp._ Did he, my slave, presume to look so high? |
| 16208 | [_ Aside.__ Jul._ I may build upon your promise, then? |
| 16208 | [_ Aside.__ Octav._ Would you triumph o''er poor Octavia''s virtue? |
| 16208 | [_ Drawing him aside.__ Vent._ My lord? |
| 16208 | [_ Embracing him._ Why was this trial thine, of loving best? |
| 16208 | [_ Exit.__ Adam._ In love, what use of prudence can there be? |
| 16208 | [_ Goes a step or two, while the other approaches his wife._] What shall I be, before I come again? |
| 16208 | [_ Goes out, and returns again._ Wilt thou forgive my fondness this once more? |
| 16208 | [_ Guns go off within.__ Van Her._ Heard you those guns? |
| 16208 | [_ Holds out her arm, and draws it back._ Coward flesh, Would''st thou conspire with Cæsar to betray me, As thou wert none of mine? |
| 16208 | [_ Is going.__ Emp._ Somewhat I had forgot; come back again: So weary of a father''s company? |
| 16208 | [_ Offers to kiss her.__ Nour._ Me would you have,--me your faint kisses prove, The dregs and droppings of enervate love? |
| 16208 | [_ Runs to embrace him._ Art thou returned at last, my better half? |
| 16208 | [_ Runs to him.__ Ant._ Art thou living? |
| 16208 | [_ She frowns._ How can you look with such relentless eyes? |
| 16208 | [_ Shout within.__ Abas._ What new alarms are these? |
| 16208 | [_ Stands before him.__ Ant._[_ Starting up._] Art thou Ventidius? |
| 16208 | [_ Starting back.__ Vent._ What, is she poison to you? |
| 16208 | [_ Takes it up._] Oh, by the inscription,''tis a memorial of what he means to do this day: What''s here? |
| 16208 | [_ Taking him by the hand._ Behold me now no longer for your foe; I am not, can not be your enemy: Look, is there any malice in my eye? |
| 16208 | [_ Taking the cup from him.__ Nour._ What foolish pity has possessed your mind, To alter what your prudence once designed? |
| 16208 | [_ They withdraw to a corner of the stage; and_ VENTIDIUS,_ with the other, comes forward to the front.__ Vent._ Not see him, say you? |
| 16208 | [_ Weeping.__ Enter Emperor.__ Emp._ When your triumphant fortune high appears, What cause can draw these unbecoming tears? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Better constrained to good, than free to ill._ Raph._ But what reward or punishment could be, If man to neither good nor ill were free? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Freedom of will of all good things is best; But can it be by finite man possest? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Grant heaven could once have given us liberty; Are we not bounded now, by firm decree, Since whatsoe''er is pre- ordained must be? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ What more can heaven bestow, or man require? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Whate''er shall be the event, the lot is cast; Where appetites are given, what sin to taste? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Why did he reason in my soul implant, And speech, the effect of reason? |
| 16208 | _ Adam._ Yet causes their effects necessitate In willing agents: Where is freedom then? |
| 16208 | _ Alex._ And dreamed you this? |
| 16208 | _ Alex._ And would you more? |
| 16208 | _ Alex._ Does this weak passion Become a mighty queen? |
| 16208 | _ Alex._ What means my lord? |
| 16208 | _ Alex._''Tis your last remedy, and strongest too: And then this Dolabella, who so fit To practise on? |
| 16208 | _ Angel._ Say, who enjoined this harsh command? |
| 16208 | _ Angel._ Why was it made so fair, why placed in sight? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ A word in private.-- When saw you Dolabella? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Alexas is not so: He, he confest it; He, who, next hell, best knew it, he avowed it Why do I seek a proof beyond yourself? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ And who must wear them then? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ And yet you first Persuaded me: How come you altered since? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Are they noble? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Are you my friend, Ventidius? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Art thou not one? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ But have I no remembrance? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Fortune is Cæsar''s now; and what am I? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ I did not think so; I said it in my rage: Pr''ythee, forgive me: Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Is there yet left A possibility of aid from valour? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Is this friendly done? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ More softly.--My farewell? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ My Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ No more? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Now thou hast seen me, art thou satified? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ O, Dolabella, which way shall I turn? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Octavia, I was looking you, my love: What, are your letters ready? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Then art thou innocent, my poor dear love? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Therefore you would leave me? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ This from a friend? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Unwillingly? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Well, Dolabella, you performed my message? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ What is''t, Ventidius? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ What was''t they said? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Where left you them? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Which way? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Who knows, but we may pierce through all their troops, And reach my veterans yet? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Why didst thou mock my hopes with promised aids, To double my despair? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Why dost thou drive me from myself, to search For foreign aids? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Why? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._ Wilt thou not live, to speak some good of me? |
| 16208 | _ Ant._[_ Aside._] Well, I must man it out:--What would the queen? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ And I the messenger to him from you? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ Can you be cured, and tell not your disease? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ How, sir? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ What lover could to greater joy be raised? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ What of the emperor? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ Why did you speak? |
| 16208 | _ Arim._ Would I, without dispute, your will obey, And could you, in return, my life betray? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Alas, what fury''s this? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ And whence had she the power to work your change? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ And''tis by that you would your falsehood hide? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Are you so lost to shame? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Behold these dying eyes, see their submissive awe; These tears, which fear of death could never draw: Heard you that sigh? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Can Indamora prove So altered? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ How look the people in this turn of state? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Is that the business? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Now you distract me more: Shall then the day, Which views my triumph, see our loves decay? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Of me? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ What have I said or done, That I no longer must be called your son? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ When did I complain? |
| 16208 | _ Aur._ Whence can proceed so wonderful a change? |
| 16208 | _ Beam._ Come, shall we backward to the castle? |
| 16208 | _ Beam._ How is it, friend? |
| 16208 | _ Beam._ What conspiracy? |
| 16208 | _ Beam._ What proofs have you of this? |
| 16208 | _ Beam._ You seem amazed at somewhat? |
| 16208 | _ Char._ I found him, madam--_ Cleo._ A long speech preparing? |
| 16208 | _ Char._ To what end These ensigns of your pomp and royalty? |
| 16208 | _ Char._ What must be done? |
| 16208 | _ Claudia._ Who? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Can I do this? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Can heaven prepare A newer torment? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Could you not beg An hour''s admittance to his private ear? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Did he then weep? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ How is it with you? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ How less pleasing? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ How shall I plead my cause, when you, my judge, Already have condemned me? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ How? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ I am no queen: Is this to be a queen, to be besieged By yon insulting Roman, and to wait Each hour the victor''s chain? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ In the first place, I am to be forsaken; is''t not so? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Is that a word For Antony to use to Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Is this a meeting? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Must I bid you twice? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Then must we part? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ What shall I do, or whither shall I turn? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ What tell''st thou me of Egypt? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Where is my lord? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Who says we must? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Why should''st thou make that question? |
| 16208 | _ Cleo._ Yet may I speak? |
| 16208 | _ Col._ But where can be this jolly bridegroom? |
| 16208 | _ Col._ How is this? |
| 16208 | _ Col._ I wonder what''s become of her? |
| 16208 | _ Col._ What plot is this you speak of? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ And should my weakness be a plea for yours? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ Know you his business? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ My lord, have I Deserved to be thus used? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ What shall I answer? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ What''s false, my lord? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ Why would you shift it from yourself, on me? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ Why? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ Yes; when his end is so, I must join with him; Indeed I must, and yet you must not chide: Why am I else your friend? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ Yet, are you cold? |
| 16208 | _ Dola._ You''ll remember To whom you stand obliged? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ Can you forgive me? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ Disturb me not;-- How can my latest hour be better spent? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ What can I more? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ What can be sweeter than our native home? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ What danger, Arimant, is this you fear? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ What pleasure can there be in that estate, Which your unquietness has made me hate? |
| 16208 | _ Emp._ What rage transports you? |
| 16208 | _ Enter Guards.__ Aur._ Slave, for me? |
| 16208 | _ Enter_ NOURMAHAL_ hastily.__ Nour._ What have I done, that Nourmahal must prove The scorn and triumph of a rival''s love? |
| 16208 | _ Enter_ VENTIDIUS_ above.__ Vent._ Alone, and talking to himself? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Alas, who dares dispute with him that right? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Have you that privilege of only wise, And would you yield to her you so despise? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ He eats, and lives, in knowledge greater grown:[_ Aside._ Was death invented then for us alone? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ I grant him armed with subtilty and hate; But why should we suspect our happy state? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ In vain: What hope to shun his piercing sight, Who from dark chaos struck the sparks of light? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Must we this blissful paradise forego? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Tell me, ye hills and dales, and thou fair sun, Who shin''st above, what am I? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ To make thee such, what miracle was shown? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ What art thou, or from whence? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ What reason makes my small request unfit? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ What shall we do? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ What, but our good, could he design in this, Who gave us all, and placed in perfect bliss? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Who would the miseries of man foreknow? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Why is life forced on man, who, might he chuse, Would not accept what he with pain must lose? |
| 16208 | _ Eve._ Why seek you death? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ A friend: I was just in quest of you, so are all the company: Where have you left the bride? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ And swear secresy? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ And will you let him live, who did this act? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ But what if he will not be so civil to be killed that way? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Came you from the port, gentlemen? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Hark, I hear the company walking this way; will you withdraw? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Is the brave Towerson returned? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ No? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ None? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Not after it was done? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Not name it, and yet do it? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Now, captain, when perform you what you promised, concerning Towerson''s death? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ The accident was wondrous strange: Did you neither know your assassinates, nor your deliverer? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ To dispatch her immediately; could you be so senseless to ravish her, and let her live? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ To have his blood is not amiss, so far I go with you; but take me with you further for the means: First, what''s the injury? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Well, they come; I''ll put you in a way, and wish you good success; but do you hear? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Whither so fast, mynheer? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Whom, Towerson? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ Will you not please to call the prisoners in? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ You die in charity, I hope? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ You will undertake it then? |
| 16208 | _ Fisc._ You''ll not confess yet, captain? |
| 16208 | _ Gab._ And who but man should judge of man''s free state? |
| 16208 | _ Gab._ If any spirit come to invade, or scout From hell, what earthy fence can keep him out? |
| 16208 | _ Gab._ Think''st thou, vain spirit, thy glories are the same? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ And a tub to leak in, boy; when was this table without a leaking vessel? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Are you yet moved? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Away, I''ll hear no more.--Now who comes the next? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ But what''s this to the English? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Do you mock us, sirrah? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Is their East India fleet bound outward for these parts, or cast away, or met at sea by pirates? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Were not you, Mr Beamont, and you, Collins both accessary to the horrid plot, for the surprisal of this fort and island? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ What say you, woman? |
| 16208 | _ Har._ Where are the prisoners? |
| 16208 | _ Har._''Tis well you are merry; will you yet confess? |
| 16208 | _ Hé que nai- je point dit? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Alas, is he then dead? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ And therefore''twas I changed that name before; I called you friend, and could you wish for more? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Could that decree from any brother come? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ From me, what pardon can you hope to have, Robbed of my love, and treated as a slave? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Have you considered what the event would be? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ He may? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ How are you injured? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Must I advise? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Should I from Aureng- Zebe my heart divide, To love a monster, and a parricide? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Suppose he has o''ercome; must I find place Among his conquered foes, and sue for grace? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Think you, base interest souls like mine can sway? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ To what may not desert like yours pretend? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Was''t not enough, you took my crown away, But cruelly you must my love betray? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ What have I done thus to inflame your hate? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ What reason for your curses can you find? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ What shall I do or say? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Where youth and power are joined!--has he a name? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Who told you this? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Will you yet hear me? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ You first betrayed your trust, in loving me; And should not I my own advantage see? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Your accusation must, I see, take place;-- And am I guilty, infamous, and base? |
| 16208 | _ Ind._ Your victory, alas, begets my fears: Can you not then triumph without my tears? |
| 16208 | _ Iras._ The aspicks, madam? |
| 16208 | _ Iras._ Will you then die? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Am I in fault if you are miserable? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Come, sir, which is the way? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Do I hold my love, do I embrace him after a tedious absence of three years? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Do you still love me? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Dost thou not fear a heaven? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ How could you be so long away? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ If Towerson would, think''st thou my soul so poor, To own thy sin, and make the base act mine, By chusing him who did it? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Is it permitted me to see your eyes Once more, before eternal night shall close them? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ My love so near? |
| 16208 | _ Isab._ Who saw the bridegroom last? |
| 16208 | _ Jul._ Do you think I''ll ever come into a bed with him, who robbed me of my dear sweet man? |
| 16208 | _ Jul._ I have heard enough of England; have you nothing to return upon the Netherlands? |
| 16208 | _ Jul._ I have your word for this, and if you break it, how shall I trust you for your marrying me? |
| 16208 | _ Jul._ Pray leave this talk, and let us try if we can surprise the lovers under some convenient tree: Shall we separate, and look them? |
| 16208 | _ Luc._ Who told you how your form was first designed? |
| 16208 | _ Luci._ A golden palace let be raised on high; To imitate? |
| 16208 | _ Lucif._ Lives there, who would not seek to force his way, From pain to ease, from darkness to the day? |
| 16208 | _ Lucif._ Must they then die, if they attempt to know? |
| 16208 | _ Lucif._ Who would not tell what thou vouchsaf''st to hear? |
| 16208 | _ Lucifer._ But where dwells man? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ And can you, then, deny those eyes you praise? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ Can flowers but droop in absence of the sun, Which waked their sweets? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ Can misery no place of safety know? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ From your loved presence how can I depart? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ I pity, as my own, your hard estate: But what can my weak charity afford? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ Should I not chide, that you could stay and see Those joys, preferring public pomp to me? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ Why did I not in prison die, before My fatal freedom made me suffer more? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._ You wrong my love; what grief do I betray? |
| 16208 | _ Mel._''Tis part of your own being to invade--_ Mor._ Nay, if she fail to move, would you persuade? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ Be happy, Melesinda; cease to grieve, And for a more deserving husband live:-- Can you forgive me? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ Comes he to upbraid us with his innocence? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ Have you no more? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ What business has my conscience with a crown? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ What did that greatness in a woman''s mind? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ What if I please to lengthen out his date A day, and take a pride to cozen fate? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ Why do you give your mind this needless care, And for yourself, and me, new pains prepare? |
| 16208 | _ Mor._ Would you force love upon me, which I shun? |
| 16208 | _ Myr._ Why then does Antony dream out his hours, And tempts not fortune for a noble day, Which might redeem what Actium lost? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ And who could else employ my thought? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ Can kindness to desert, like yours, be strange? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ Not guilty, when thy looks my power betray, Seduce mankind, my subject, from my sway, Take all my hearts and all my eyes away? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ What am I, that you dare to bind my hand? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ What''s love to you? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ Where are those powers which monarchs should defend? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ Why dost thou shake? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ Why dost thou start? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._ You made my liberty your late request; Is no return due from a grateful breast? |
| 16208 | _ Nour._''Tis true; but who was e''er in love, and wise? |
| 16208 | _ Octav._ Are you concerned, That she''s found false? |
| 16208 | _ Octav._ Begged it, my lord? |
| 16208 | _ Octav._ Must I bear this? |
| 16208 | _ Octav._ Wherein have I offended you, my lord, That I am bid to leave you? |
| 16208 | _ Per._ Dare you adventure on an action, as brave as theirs is base? |
| 16208 | _ Per._ Must they be told into my wife''s hand, too? |
| 16208 | _ Per._ Was ever villany like this of these unknown assassins? |
| 16208 | _ Per._ What if I come myself? |
| 16208 | _ Quoi vous pouvés vous taire en ce peril extreme? |
| 16208 | _ Serap._ How stands the queen affected? |
| 16208 | _ Serap._ I came from Pharos; From viewing( spare me, and imagine it) Our land''s last hope, your navy--_ Cleo._ Vanquished? |
| 16208 | _ Serap._ The queen, where is she? |
| 16208 | _ Serap._ Where, where''s the queen? |
| 16208 | _ Serap._''Twas what I feared.-- Charmion, is this well done? |
| 16208 | _ The_ SCENE_ opens, and discovers the English tortured, and the Dutch tormenting them.__ Fisc._ Now, sir, how does the object like you? |
| 16208 | _ They enter.__ Dola._ Saw you the emperor, Ventidius? |
| 16208 | _ To them, the Emperor.__ Emp._ Am I forsaken, and betrayed, by all? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ And, sir, why should we not? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Can death, which is our greatest enemy, be good? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Heaven suffered more in that, than you, or I, Wherefore have I been faithful to my trust, True to my love, and tender to the opprest? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ How can you think I was? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Is this true, Isabinda? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Let me first Be bold to question you: What circumstance Can make this, your pretended plot, seem likely? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Our masters? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Where is your husband, countrywoman? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Why, is aught happened since I saw you last? |
| 16208 | _ Tow._ Yield Isabinda to you? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ But in regard of the late league and union betwixt the nations, how can this be answered? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ Did he confess no more? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ Did he not leave a mistress in these parts, a native of this island of Amboyna? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ Did the last ships, which came from Holland to these parts, bring us no news of moment? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ How the devil came she off? |
| 16208 | _ Van Her._ Whence comes this news? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Again? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Are you Antony? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Does the mute sacrifice upbraid the priest? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ For showing you yourself, Which none else durst have done? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Has he courage? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Have you no friend In all his army, who has power to move him? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Is''t come to this? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ That''s my royal master; And, shall we fight? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Then, granting this, What power was theirs, who wrought so hard a temper To honourable terms? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ There''s but one way shut up: How came I hither? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ What has my age deserved, that you should think I would abuse your ears with perjury? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ What lethargy has crept into your soul? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Who shall guard mine, For living after you? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Would you be taken? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ Would you believe he loved you? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._ You would be lost then? |
| 16208 | _ Vent._[_ Aside._] O, wheel you there? |
| 16208 | _ Wom._ But of a courage full as manly; there is no sex in souls; would you have English wives shew less of bravery than their children do? |
| 16208 | _ Woman._''Twas heaven; and who can heaven withstand? |
| 16208 | a disease? |
| 16208 | am I blessed, and see thee here? |
| 16208 | and darest not gloriously offend? |
| 16208 | and how? |
| 16208 | and is all perfection Confined to her? |
| 16208 | and on what errand sent? |
| 16208 | and what have I not said or done? |
| 16208 | and why, young stripling? |
| 16208 | and will he not forsake me? |
| 16208 | and, what law is there here against it? |
| 16208 | are you not fair? |
| 16208 | can you this, without just vengeance, hear? |
| 16208 | concerned too? |
| 16208 | did love ne''er bend Thy frailer virtue, to betray thy friend? |
| 16208 | did then our great Creator grant That privilege, which we, their masters, want, To these inferior brings? |
| 16208 | do I dream? |
| 16208 | does Aureng- Zebe yet live? |
| 16208 | for my conscience and its peace I gave;-- Why was my reason made my passion''s slave? |
| 16208 | has nature No secret call, no whisper they are yours? |
| 16208 | have I lost Morat for this? |
| 16208 | he alone, In this blessed day, a day so much his own? |
| 16208 | how could you bear a part, Who bore not mine, but with a bleeding heart? |
| 16208 | how could you betray This tender heart, which with an infant fondness Lay lulled betwixt your bosoms, and there slept, Secure of injured faith? |
| 16208 | might not I Share in your entertainment? |
| 16208 | more fighting kings? |
| 16208 | must I see, and must have none? |
| 16208 | my old friend steal a wedding from me? |
| 16208 | nay, do I live? |
| 16208 | no painless way Of kindly mixing with our native clay? |
| 16208 | or did invent the story,[_ Shewing himself._ To frighten our Egyptian boys withal, And train them up, betimes, in fear of priesthood? |
| 16208 | or from whence? |
| 16208 | or stand they thus neglected, As they are mine? |
| 16208 | or what feelings of terror can be excited by the idea of an opera hell, composed of pasteboard and flaming rosin? |
| 16208 | or where direct our flight? |
| 16208 | or, is it some Illusion of the night? |
| 16208 | or, when you fall, With fountain streams your fainting souls recal? |
| 16208 | pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra? |
| 16208 | shall I bring The love you bore me for my advocate? |
| 16208 | shall I set A man, my equal, in the place of Jove, As he could give me being? |
| 16208 | should I be ashamed, And not be proud? |
| 16208 | since heaven foreknows my will, Why am I not tied up from doing ill? |
| 16208 | some spectre, such As in these Asian parts more frequently appear? |
| 16208 | tam lentus vides? |
| 16208 | that I should die With a hard thought of you? |
| 16208 | that''s hard; well, you can be secret, captain, for your own sake, I hope? |
| 16208 | the pretty hand in earnest? |
| 16208 | to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You''ll sell to her? |
| 16208 | to hunt my memory, And range all o''er a waste and barren place, To find a friend? |
| 16208 | what means this pomp? |
| 16208 | what more could at your wish be done, Than two such conquests gained by such a son? |
| 16208 | what power thy life can save? |
| 16208 | what unmanly odds is this? |
| 16208 | where is he? |
| 16208 | where? |
| 16208 | who waits without? |
| 16208 | why do I make this useless moan? |
| 16208 | why must man from woman take his birth? |
| 16208 | wilt thou forsake me, in distress,[_ Kneeling._ For that which now is past me to redress? |
| 16208 | would''st thou betray him too? |
| 16208 | yet what is this to heaven, where I Sat next, so almost equalled the Most High? |
| 16208 | your loyal, your victorious son? |
| 12166 | ''Morrow, Mr Failer: What, I warrant you think I come a dunning now? |
| 12166 | ''Slife, what would''st thou be at? |
| 12166 | ''Tis I, madam; what do you mean? |
| 12166 | ''Tis very well, Celadon; you can be constant to one you have never seen, and have forsaken all you have seen? |
| 12166 | ''Tis well You''re come; you may prevent a greater mischief: Here''tis Gonsalvo has appointed Roderick--_ Man_.To fight? |
| 12166 | ''Tis yours whatever:-- But, tell me true, does she not entertain Some deep and settled thoughts against my person? |
| 12166 | ''Twas time, I think; what had become of me if I had not? |
| 12166 | --But shall my rival live, shall she enjoy That love in peace, I laboured to destroy? |
| 12166 | --I cog a dye, sir? |
| 12166 | --What have I done? |
| 12166 | --Will you, sir? |
| 12166 | 2.--Hold; would you admit For judges all you see within the pit? |
| 12166 | A burning blush has covered all my face; Why am I forced to publish my disgrace? |
| 12166 | A catalogue of such persons,-- What''s this he has let fall, Asteria? |
| 12166 | A note put privately into my hand By Angelina''s woman? |
| 12166 | A sweet- faced boy, I like him strangely: Would you part with him? |
| 12166 | A wencher''s word!--Why should you speak so contemptibly of the better half of mankind? |
| 12166 | A word with you, madam: Whither is your cousin bound? |
| 12166 | Acacis bleeds!-- What barbarous hand has wounded thus my son? |
| 12166 | Against next quarter, landlord? |
| 12166 | Alas, poor woodcock, dost thou go a- birding? |
| 12166 | All I have done by one foul act deface, And yield my right to you, by turning base? |
| 12166 | Am I betrayed? |
| 12166 | Am I so low that you should pity bring, And give an infant''s comfort to a king? |
| 12166 | Am I the man he fights with? |
| 12166 | And at the end of it, you''ll marry me? |
| 12166 | And he to use me thus, he whom I favoured, Nay more, he whom I loved? |
| 12166 | And how did he receive the summons? |
| 12166 | And how fares our young blustering man of war? |
| 12166 | And if he will not be choused, shall we beat him out on''t? |
| 12166 | And is it thus my services are paid? |
| 12166 | And stands his head upon his shoulders yet? |
| 12166 | And what are you but an old boy of five and fifty? |
| 12166 | And what hast thou got under thy cloak there, little Satan? |
| 12166 | And what relief can they expect from me? |
| 12166 | And who is the father? |
| 12166 | And would he let me proceed in my suit to her? |
| 12166 | And you could be content to marry him? |
| 12166 | And yours, madam, where, I beseech your ladyship? |
| 12166 | Angelina fled to a monastery, say you? |
| 12166 | Answer me quickly, sir, is your cousin Trice yet stirring? |
| 12166 | Answer me quickly; speak, and I''ll receive thee: Hast thou no tongue? |
| 12166 | Are Spanish fetters, then, so hard to wear? |
| 12166 | Are death''s hard lessons by a woman taught? |
| 12166 | Are these two ladies of your acquaintance, son Loveby? |
| 12166 | Are these your comrades? |
| 12166 | Are they met? |
| 12166 | Are they not handsome? |
| 12166 | Are you alone? |
| 12166 | Are you at that sport, i''faith? |
| 12166 | Are you thereabout? |
| 12166 | Are you ticklish, Mother Du Lake? |
| 12166 | Art thou dumb indeed? |
| 12166 | Art thou honest Will? |
| 12166 | Art thou such an ass, as not to perceive thou art abused? |
| 12166 | Art thou there, i''faith? |
| 12166 | Ask again; I grant that without the queen: But why are you afraid on''t? |
| 12166 | Asteria, where''s the queen? |
| 12166 | Ay, Philocles!--I must confess''twas hard!-- But there''s a fate in kindness, Still to be least returned, where most''tis given.-- Where''s Candiope? |
| 12166 | Ay, and both asunder; why, I hope there are but two of them; the tall singing and dancing one, and the little innocent one? |
| 12166 | Ay, but where shall I get a lawyer? |
| 12166 | Ay; but where''s the money for this, dear heart? |
| 12166 | Begin some frolic, then; what will you do for her? |
| 12166 | Bless me!--You are not serious? |
| 12166 | Bless me, sweet heaven!-- So horrid, said you, madam? |
| 12166 | Bound, sir? |
| 12166 | Brother, what paper''s that? |
| 12166 | Burr a- beating my reverend clergy? |
| 12166 | Burr there still, and watching us? |
| 12166 | Burr, make haste and dress you; Sir Timorous dines here to- day: you know him? |
| 12166 | But after that, when we begin to live like husband and wife, and never come near one another-- what then, sir? |
| 12166 | But are you sure she''s dead? |
| 12166 | But are you sure you can take him down when you think good? |
| 12166 | But are you sure you never shall be kind? |
| 12166 | But can I then Almeria''s tears deny? |
| 12166 | But do you mean to prosecute your plot to see him this evening? |
| 12166 | But does he love you seriously? |
| 12166 | But dost thou know what it is to be an old maid? |
| 12166 | But how come you so officious, madam? |
| 12166 | But how, if those wills should meet and clash, Celadon? |
| 12166 | But if they are not trusted when they vow, What other marks of passion can they show? |
| 12166 | But if''tis given, you''ll not refuse to take? |
| 12166 | But in her kindness my own shame I see; Have I dethroned her, then for loving me? |
| 12166 | But is he bound, ye gods, or am I free? |
| 12166 | But is your love so strong? |
| 12166 | But more from me; what hopes can Rodorick have, That she, who leaves him freely, and unforced, Should ever of her own accord return? |
| 12166 | But say, what news, what offers dost thou bring From so remote, and so unknown a king? |
| 12166 | But tell me in earnest, do you think he loves you? |
| 12166 | But think you he will come? |
| 12166 | But were you not engaged to her you courted? |
| 12166 | But what a pox keep I so much ado To save our poet? |
| 12166 | But what am I the better for this? |
| 12166 | But what expressions has he made you? |
| 12166 | But what king''s revenue, do you think, will maintain this extravagant expence? |
| 12166 | But what new beauties have you at court? |
| 12166 | But what will you say, if I wrote the letter you had, to try your faith? |
| 12166 | But what woman in the world would you wish her like? |
| 12166 | But what''s my crime? |
| 12166 | But what''s the cause that keeps you here with me, That I may know what keeps me here with you? |
| 12166 | But where had you the money, that purchased it? |
| 12166 | But where lies this paradise? |
| 12166 | But wherein must my gratitude consist? |
| 12166 | But who are those that truth must propagate Within the confines of my father''s state? |
| 12166 | But why Loveby, of all the world? |
| 12166 | But why do I my right by dangers prove? |
| 12166 | But why do you sigh, then? |
| 12166 | But why should I suspect him? |
| 12166 | But why will you be at this needless charge? |
| 12166 | But you can not marry both? |
| 12166 | But, dear Hippolito, Why will you not give way, that I may be First in his favour, and be still employed? |
| 12166 | But, madam, what determine you to do? |
| 12166 | But, what means wilt thou use to get him? |
| 12166 | But, without raillery, are you in love? |
| 12166 | But-- let him die-- Can I his sentence give? |
| 12166 | By fate she sha n''t love me: I have told her a piece of my mind already? |
| 12166 | By this hand you shall up into the garret, where the little bed is; I''ll let my best room to a better pay- master: you know the garret, sir? |
| 12166 | By what title? |
| 12166 | By which of all my actions could you guess, Though more your merit, that my love was less? |
| 12166 | By whom? |
| 12166 | Came not Sir Timorous this way, gentlemen? |
| 12166 | Came they alive, or dead, upon the shore? |
| 12166 | Can I not gain belief how I have loved? |
| 12166 | Can I not gain belief that this is true? |
| 12166 | Can I want courage for so brave a deed? |
| 12166 | Can Montezuma live, and live to be Just to another, and unjust to me? |
| 12166 | Can Montezuma place me in his breast? |
| 12166 | Can Montezuma so ungrateful prove To her, that gave him life, and offers love? |
| 12166 | Can a revenge, that is so just, be ill? |
| 12166 | Can fair Orazia yet no pity have? |
| 12166 | Can he hear this, and not his fetters break? |
| 12166 | Can heaven be author of such cruelty? |
| 12166 | Can it be Julia? |
| 12166 | Can my approaching fate such pity move? |
| 12166 | Can not I serve you in the gentleman''s room, ladies? |
| 12166 | Can not your art find Some means, to ease the passions of the mind? |
| 12166 | Can there be gods to see, and suffer this? |
| 12166 | Can there be gods, and no revenge provide? |
| 12166 | Can this be true? |
| 12166 | Can you at once two mistresses adore? |
| 12166 | Can you be so hard- hearted to destroy My ripening hopes, that are so near to joy? |
| 12166 | Can you doubt it, madam? |
| 12166 | Can you doubt it? |
| 12166 | Can you forget those crimes they did commit? |
| 12166 | Can you have so much mercy to forgive? |
| 12166 | Can you imagine I so mean could prove, To save my life by changing of my love? |
| 12166 | Can you pretend to love, and see my grief Caused by yourself, yet give me no relief? |
| 12166 | Can you settle your spirits to see an ugly face, and not be frighted? |
| 12166 | Can you so easily forego her sight? |
| 12166 | Can you so little your Orazia prize, To give the conquest to her enemies? |
| 12166 | Can you your constancy in absence show? |
| 12166 | Canst thou name marriage, while thou entertain''st A hatred so unjust against my brother? |
| 12166 | Changes in froward age are natural; Who hopes for constant weather in the fall? |
| 12166 | Come away; what is''t, Will? |
| 12166 | Come on, sir: what''s your will with me? |
| 12166 | Come, Celadon, shall we make accounts even? |
| 12166 | Come, have you said your prayers? |
| 12166 | Come, madam, and let me take off these tasteless kisses the maid gave you; may we not join lips before we are married? |
| 12166 | Come, sir; how fare you after your sore trial? |
| 12166 | Come, you little harlotry; what satisfaction can you give me for running away before the ruffs came in? |
| 12166 | Conquest is noble, when an heart stands out; But mine, which yielded, how could''st thou betray? |
| 12166 | Contemned? |
| 12166 | Could any man think it a greater good To save a rival, than possess a mistress? |
| 12166 | Could any one hate death, and see it here? |
| 12166 | Could not you possibly pick his pocket, and give me the key? |
| 12166 | Could you so many ill acts undertake, And not perform one good one for my sake? |
| 12166 | Could you so, could you so, sir? |
| 12166 | Could''st thou see mine, and yet not hide thy own? |
| 12166 | Couldst thou a stranger above me prefer? |
| 12166 | Couldst thou thy love on one who scorned thee lose? |
| 12166 | D''ye open? |
| 12166 | Dar''st thou rebel, false and degenerate boy? |
| 12166 | Dare you kiss her? |
| 12166 | Darest thou touch any one whom he protects, Who gave thee life? |
| 12166 | Darest thou, who didst thy prince''s life betray, Once name that duty, thou hast thrown away? |
| 12166 | De Peralta, said you? |
| 12166 | Dear madam, what''s the matter? |
| 12166 | Despair not, sir; who knows but conquering Spain May part of what you lost restore again? |
| 12166 | Did I not charge, thou shouldst not stir from hence? |
| 12166 | Did I not strictly charge, you should not fight? |
| 12166 | Did not I say, you were infinitely handsome? |
| 12166 | Did not your majesty command me? |
| 12166 | Did not yourself begin? |
| 12166 | Did you call, Asteria? |
| 12166 | Did you mark Burr''s retirement, madam? |
| 12166 | Did you mark how abruptly he went out? |
| 12166 | Did you mark that, Frances? |
| 12166 | Did you not think him too worthy, madam? |
| 12166 | Did you see Celadon this way? |
| 12166 | Do not I know these fellows? |
| 12166 | Do not you know me, Mr Justice? |
| 12166 | Do not you see it? |
| 12166 | Do they rob angels here? |
| 12166 | Do you affront my sister? |
| 12166 | Do you believe this, dear heart? |
| 12166 | Do you belong to Rodorick? |
| 12166 | Do you fear it? |
| 12166 | Do you hear that, cousin? |
| 12166 | Do you know me? |
| 12166 | Do you not feel a kicking in your belly-- When do you look, uncle? |
| 12166 | Do you not know Will Bibber''s humour? |
| 12166 | Do you not see? |
| 12166 | Do you think I can not Perform all duties of a servant better, And with more care, than you? |
| 12166 | Do you want any thing? |
| 12166 | Do your gentlemen speak with treble voices? |
| 12166 | Does he command in chains? |
| 12166 | Does he support his chains with patience yet? |
| 12166 | Does she so wholly then possess your mind? |
| 12166 | Does this jewel express poverty? |
| 12166 | Does your revenge maliciously forbear To give me death,''till''tis prepared by fear? |
| 12166 | Dost thou not love him then? |
| 12166 | Failer? |
| 12166 | Fair princess, why should I Involve that sweetness in my destiny? |
| 12166 | False man, is this thy faith? |
| 12166 | Fie, fie, servant; what, no invention in you? |
| 12166 | First tell me, how you dared to force from me The fairest spoils of my own victory? |
| 12166 | Flavia, Flavia, whither so fast? |
| 12166 | Florimel, do you hear the news? |
| 12166 | Fool!--do you know me, madam? |
| 12166 | For what forefather''s sin do you afflict Those precious eyes? |
| 12166 | For, who could so severely judge of faults as he, who has given testimony he commits none? |
| 12166 | Freedom and bondage in her choice remain; Darest thou expect she will put on thy chain? |
| 12166 | Friend, can you lodge us here? |
| 12166 | From innocence? |
| 12166 | From such a suit how can you hope success, Which, given, destroys the giver''s happiness? |
| 12166 | From whence this sudden fear? |
| 12166 | From whom? |
| 12166 | From whom? |
| 12166 | Furies pursue these false Taxallans''flight; Dare they be friends to us, and dare not fight? |
| 12166 | Give you to Roderick? |
| 12166 | Good heaven, how stupid, and how dull is she? |
| 12166 | Grammercy i''faith, boys; I love a good offer, howe''er the world goes; but you would not be so base to wrong him that way? |
| 12166 | Grant that it did, what can his merits be, That sought his vengeance, not our victory? |
| 12166 | Grief seldom joined with blooming youth is seen; Can sorrow be where knowledge scarce has been? |
| 12166 | Ha, what dost thou say? |
| 12166 | Hadst thou put on a clean band, or washed thy face lately? |
| 12166 | Hang a wife; what is she, but a lawful kind of manslayer? |
| 12166 | Hang him, rogue; make his mittimus immediately; must such as he presume to get children? |
| 12166 | Has he not sent to bring the stranger too? |
| 12166 | Has he the key about him? |
| 12166 | Has he used you, Frances? |
| 12166 | Has her severity produced these tears? |
| 12166 | Has not the monkey been in the study? |
| 12166 | Has there been nobody about my chamber this morning, landlady? |
| 12166 | Has your father missed it yet? |
| 12166 | Hast thou, with envious eyes, my triumph seen? |
| 12166 | Have any of his customers forsook him for''t? |
| 12166 | Have cares, and age, and mortal life such charms? |
| 12166 | Have my low fortunes given thee This insolence, to name it to thy queen? |
| 12166 | Have you bespoke a vessel, as I bid you? |
| 12166 | Have you sealed a covenant, and given away your soul for money? |
| 12166 | Have you seen her, then? |
| 12166 | Have you yet found my sister, or her woman? |
| 12166 | He can not die, whom you command to live; Before the fight, you can the conquest give; Speak, where you''ll place it? |
| 12166 | He does not mean to hook me in for my soul, does he? |
| 12166 | He stirs not; ha, in such a dismal cell Can gentle sleep with his soft blessings dwell? |
| 12166 | He suffers justly for the war; but why Should she share his sad fate? |
| 12166 | Here''s money for you; tell me where''s his sister? |
| 12166 | Here, jailor, take-- What title must he have? |
| 12166 | Hippolito, what is this pretty youth, That follows us? |
| 12166 | His mind is shook-- suppose I loved you, speak, Would you for me Cydaria''s fetters break? |
| 12166 | His murderer may live? |
| 12166 | Hold, hold, Traxalla, or Orazia dies.-- O, is''t Orazia''s name that makes you stay? |
| 12166 | Hold, hold-- O Montezuma, can you be So careless of yourself, but more of me? |
| 12166 | How are things ordered, that the wicked should Appear more kind and gentle than the good? |
| 12166 | How can I love you, sir, and suffer this? |
| 12166 | How can I mend, unless you let me live? |
| 12166 | How can you answer this to your discretion? |
| 12166 | How can you fear your just desires to want? |
| 12166 | How can you have a discontented mind, To whom the gods have lately been so kind? |
| 12166 | How can you hope to deceive my father? |
| 12166 | How could he love so soon? |
| 12166 | How dare you trust this fellow? |
| 12166 | How do I look to- day, Asteria? |
| 12166 | How do Melissa''s two fair daughters? |
| 12166 | How do you mean? |
| 12166 | How do you, sir? |
| 12166 | How does she brook her strange imprisonment? |
| 12166 | How does your lady? |
| 12166 | How durst he take your word? |
| 12166 | How eagerly these boys fall out for nothing!-- Tell me, Hippolito, wert thou a woman, Who would''st thou be? |
| 12166 | How have my grey hairs deserved this of thee? |
| 12166 | How is it with the brave Don Roderick? |
| 12166 | How little hoped I, When thus disguised I stole from Barcelona, To be relieved by brave Gonsalvo here? |
| 12166 | How many buttons has he? |
| 12166 | How much is''t, sir? |
| 12166 | How nothing, sir? |
| 12166 | How now, in tears, my fair Candiope? |
| 12166 | How now, sir, am I such a bugbear, That I scare people from me? |
| 12166 | How now, what makes you merry? |
| 12166 | How now, what''s the matter? |
| 12166 | How now, what''s the meaning of this young fellow? |
| 12166 | How now, where''s Roderick? |
| 12166 | How now, whither so fast? |
| 12166 | How now? |
| 12166 | How now? |
| 12166 | How shall we be disposed? |
| 12166 | How the devil do I know that? |
| 12166 | How the pox came you to know of that? |
| 12166 | How then shall I be satisfied, there is such a thing in nature? |
| 12166 | How then? |
| 12166 | How''s this? |
| 12166 | How''s this? |
| 12166 | How''s this? |
| 12166 | How, all the money? |
| 12166 | How? |
| 12166 | I begin to smell a rat.--What was your business here, Celadon? |
| 12166 | I can hold no longer;--Mr Failer, what do you think this fellow was saying of you? |
| 12166 | I can not yet forget what I have been: Would you give life to her, that was a queen? |
| 12166 | I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth not minced by your invention, how came you by this jewel? |
| 12166 | I did not think you harboured wanton thoughts; So young, so bad? |
| 12166 | I did not think you would have used me thus? |
| 12166 | I do confess; now are you satisfied? |
| 12166 | I do too much mistress''power betray; Must slaves be won by courtship to obey? |
| 12166 | I dread your anger, your disquiet fear, But blows, from hands so soft, who would not bear? |
| 12166 | I fear, that were to make him hate me, Or, what''s as bad, to let him know, I love him: Could you not do it of yourself? |
| 12166 | I have brought you a knight here, huswife, with a plentiful fortune to furnish out a table; and what would you more? |
| 12166 | I have but one word more; tell me, I pray, What you will get by damning of our play? |
| 12166 | I have past my word; is''t not sufficient? |
| 12166 | I have seen him somewhere, but where I know not:--Pry''thee, my friend, leave us; dost thou think, we do not know our way in court? |
| 12166 | I hope that lady has a name? |
| 12166 | I hope you intend to deal by my husband like a gentleman, as they say? |
| 12166 | I hope''tis no offence to call you son? |
| 12166 | I know your quarrel to the ladies; do they take up the gallants from the tradesmen''s wives? |
| 12166 | I made some small essays Of love; what might have been I can not tell: But, to leave that, upon what part of Spain Are we now cast? |
| 12166 | I never knew your grandmother was a Scotch woman: Is she not a Tartar too? |
| 12166 | I perceive you love Frances, sir; and I love her the better for your sake; speak truly, do you not like such a pretty brown kind of woman? |
| 12166 | I say''tis past enduring; that''s more than ever I told you yet: Do you come to make a fool of my daughter? |
| 12166 | I see the rogue: Now could I find in my heart to marry you in spite to him; what think you on''t, in a fair way? |
| 12166 | I sent thee to the frontiers; quickly tell The cause of thy return; are all things well? |
| 12166 | I suffer most: Had there been''choice, what would I not have chose? |
| 12166 | I sweat to think of that garret, Will; thou art not so unconscionable to put me there? |
| 12166 | I thought your majesty had framed designs To subvert all your laws; become a tyrant, Or vex your neighbours, with injurious wars; Is this all, madam? |
| 12166 | I vow to gad, this is extreme injustice.--Was it not my invention? |
| 12166 | I warrant you; do not I know him? |
| 12166 | I warrant, you see a strange combat betwixt the flesh and the spirit: If he leaves you to go to them, you''ll grant he loves them better? |
| 12166 | I will be careful:--Shall we go, my lord? |
| 12166 | I wonder, woman, you do not consider what a crying sin drunkenness is: Whom do you learn it from in our parish? |
| 12166 | I would not think thee him, I see thou art: Pr''ythee disown thyself in pity to me: Why should I be obliged by one I hate? |
| 12166 | I''ll do what for my dignity is fit: Rise, sir, I''m satisfied the fault was theirs: Trust me, you make me weep to see your tears: Must I chear you? |
| 12166 | I''m glad he''s gone: What, your train takes? |
| 12166 | I, whom you once thought brave, To sell my country, and my king enslave? |
| 12166 | If I could but see her well married, before I underwent the labour and peril of child- bearing!--What would you advise, niece? |
| 12166 | If all these with a wish might be made thine, Would''st thou not truck thy ragged virtue for''em? |
| 12166 | If any of those rogues should hear him talk, In what a case were we? |
| 12166 | If glory was a bait, that angels swallow''d, How then should souls allied to sense resist it? |
| 12166 | If she can miss it in her lover''s breast? |
| 12166 | If those above, who made the world, could be Forgetful of it, why then blamest thou me? |
| 12166 | If we must die, what need these circumstances? |
| 12166 | Ill does he represent the powers above, Who nourishes debate, not preaches love; Besides, what greater folly can be shewn? |
| 12166 | In good time, a paradise in the Highlands; is''t not so, sir? |
| 12166 | In my resolves? |
| 12166 | In the beginning of a sickness; Can you imagine to find all asleep? |
| 12166 | In the midst of it you have a fountain: You have seen that at Hampton- court? |
| 12166 | In what a strange condition am I left? |
| 12166 | In what can he be guilty? |
| 12166 | Inhuman wretch, dar''st thou the murderer be Of him, that is not yet condemned by me? |
| 12166 | Is Manuel there? |
| 12166 | Is he a poor fellow, or a gentleman? |
| 12166 | Is he then left to die, and shall he see Himself forsaken, ere his death, by me? |
| 12166 | Is he, too, in love with my lady Constance? |
| 12166 | Is it from her you come? |
| 12166 | Is it he? |
| 12166 | Is it not brave, to suffer with thy king? |
| 12166 | Is it not strange to hear a poet say, He comes to ask you, how you like the play? |
| 12166 | Is it thy voice, my love?--Speak, and resolve me, Whether thou livest, or I am dead with thee? |
| 12166 | Is love so powerful, or his soul so weak? |
| 12166 | Is marrying the business? |
| 12166 | Is no way left that we may yet agree? |
| 12166 | Is not that Philocles, Who makes such haste away? |
| 12166 | Is not there a mist before''em? |
| 12166 | Is not this enough? |
| 12166 | Is not your lordship with child, too? |
| 12166 | Is she come? |
| 12166 | Is she gone? |
| 12166 | Is that all? |
| 12166 | Is that all? |
| 12166 | Is that nothing, think you? |
| 12166 | Is that young man the warrior so renowned? |
| 12166 | Is the match in any forwardness? |
| 12166 | Is the queen this way, madam? |
| 12166 | Is there no danger then? |
| 12166 | Is there no prevention? |
| 12166 | Is there no way to save their lives? |
| 12166 | Is this an hour, for valiant men to fight? |
| 12166 | Is this music of your providing, Setstone? |
| 12166 | Is this your answer, sir? |
| 12166 | Is this your serious business? |
| 12166 | Is your habit provided too? |
| 12166 | Is''t a bargain? |
| 12166 | Is''t a match, then? |
| 12166 | Is''t come to that? |
| 12166 | Is''t not so, mistress? |
| 12166 | Is''t possible that he should know it, madam? |
| 12166 | It seems you are desirous I should father this_ hans en kelder_ here? |
| 12166 | It streams, it streams from every vital part: Was there no way but this to find his heart? |
| 12166 | It was my purpose, and I killed him fair: How could you so unjust and cruel prove, To call that chance, which was the act of love? |
| 12166 | Julia brought by him?--Who sent for me? |
| 12166 | Let me alone, sir; have not I the dominion over my own daughter? |
| 12166 | Let me see; what''s here? |
| 12166 | Look ye now, is not such a marriage as good as wenching, Celadon? |
| 12166 | Look, look; is not that your servant Loveby? |
| 12166 | Lord, what a bustle have you kept this afternoon? |
| 12166 | Love from an outlaw? |
| 12166 | Madam, I need not flatter you, I cannot-- and yet, Might not ambition trouble your repose? |
| 12166 | Madam, the states are straight to meet; but why In these dark ornaments will you be seen? |
| 12166 | Madam, what see you in this gentleman, Deserves your scorn or hatred? |
| 12166 | Make haste: How now, religion, do you frown? |
| 12166 | May I not ask, without offence, who''tis? |
| 12166 | May I not hope, then, You have some quarrel to him? |
| 12166 | May not I see her? |
| 12166 | Mr Loveby, welcome, welcome: Where have you been this fortnight? |
| 12166 | Must I feel tortures in a human breast, While beasts and monsters can enjoy their rest? |
| 12166 | Must I have war, yet have no enemy? |
| 12166 | Must ravishers and villains live, while I In vain implore her mercy? |
| 12166 | Must you be witness too of my disgrace? |
| 12166 | Must you then give, and must I take? |
| 12166 | My Lord, this being granted, in how fair a light does your munificence stand? |
| 12166 | My haughty mind no fate could ever bow, Yet I must stoop to one, who scorns me now: Is there no pity to my sufferings due? |
| 12166 | My lady Constance, are you come again? |
| 12166 | My request Is, I may set you free; make haste, sweet madam; Which way would you go? |
| 12166 | Myself, my king''s ambassador, will go; Speak, Indian guide, how far to Mexico? |
| 12166 | Nay, if a woman can not do that, I shall think you have an ill opinion of my virtue: Not trust your own flesh and blood, Sir Timorous? |
| 12166 | Nay, pray be civil; will you be at quiet? |
| 12166 | No aid is nigh, nor canst thou make defence: Whence can thy courage come? |
| 12166 | No great matter, say''st thou? |
| 12166 | No matter, let him rail; does the loss afflict you, sir? |
| 12166 | No more news yet from Philocles? |
| 12166 | No succour from the town? |
| 12166 | No: but from whence is all this passion grown? |
| 12166 | No:''tis sometimes upon yours: But, what say''st thou to sir Timorous, little Constance? |
| 12166 | Not my gold, I hope, Jack? |
| 12166 | Not to have Julia in thy free possession? |
| 12166 | Nothing but for your good, Olinda; what think you of Celadon? |
| 12166 | Now I deal: How many do you take, Jack? |
| 12166 | Now judge, when I was made a property To cheat myself, by making him your prisoner, Whether I had not right to take up arms? |
| 12166 | Now set we forward to the assembly.--You promise, cousin, your consent? |
| 12166 | Now, madam, may we not lay by our fear? |
| 12166 | Now, what''s your business, friend? |
| 12166 | Now; what news, that you press in so rudely? |
| 12166 | O you rogue, are you there? |
| 12166 | O, servant, have I spied you? |
| 12166 | O, whither shall I fly? |
| 12166 | Of me, madam? |
| 12166 | Of what? |
| 12166 | Oh, are you there, sir? |
| 12166 | Oh, are you thereabouts, sir? |
| 12166 | Oh, does amazement on your spirits grow? |
| 12166 | Oh, why may not I, Since you gave life to me, for you now die? |
| 12166 | On my forsaken and my helpless youth, To take me to your service? |
| 12166 | On my honour, some man; do you think I would lie to you? |
| 12166 | On my life, some woman? |
| 12166 | On whom should I revenge it?-- But yet she dies, and I may hinder it? |
| 12166 | Or any mercer refused to trust him the less, for my calling him so? |
| 12166 | Or couldst not see thy mother in thy queen? |
| 12166 | Or do we desire that the brand, which Barclay has( I hope unjustly) laid upon the English, should still continue? |
| 12166 | Or what think you of paying courtiers''debts with it? |
| 12166 | Or whence are men so necessary grown? |
| 12166 | Or, as the vulgar translation hath it, a very sufficient and singular good bawd: Is''t not so, boy? |
| 12166 | Or, if you can not give a lover rest, Can you force love into a scornful breast? |
| 12166 | Or, where love fills the breast, what room for fear? |
| 12166 | Pish, a mere ferry; get up, get up: My cousin''s maids will come and blanket thee anon; art thou not ashamed to lie a- bed so long? |
| 12166 | Pox, I think, she''s dumb: what a vengeance dost thou at court, with such a rare face, without a tongue to answer to a kind question? |
| 12166 | Pr''ythee, do not cry; Hippolito,''twas but just now you praised him, And are you changed so soon? |
| 12166 | Pr''ythee, what have I to do with his humour? |
| 12166 | Pray, madam, which of these four things would you have your lover to do? |
| 12166 | Pray, my lady Constance, what''s the meaning of that you say to Failer? |
| 12166 | Reason or wit no answer can invent: Of words confused who can the meaning find? |
| 12166 | Save ye, Mr Failer; is your cousin Trice stirring yet? |
| 12166 | Say I should take thee, boy, and should employ thee To that fair lady, would''st thou serve me faithfully? |
| 12166 | Setstone, look upon me, and tell me true: Do you observe any alteration in me? |
| 12166 | Shall I call him to go down with us? |
| 12166 | Shall I give you a shift, uncle? |
| 12166 | Shall I make a proposition to you? |
| 12166 | Shall I make a proposition to you? |
| 12166 | Shall I not help you to dispatch Don Manuel? |
| 12166 | Shall I sing the song, you made of Philocles, And called it_ Secret Love_? |
| 12166 | Shall it? |
| 12166 | Shall we, with the same singularity, oppose the world in this, as most of us do in pronouncing Latin? |
| 12166 | She must be sacrificed: Can I bestow What to the gods, by former vows, I owe? |
| 12166 | Should any live whom she commands to die? |
| 12166 | Should he, without my leave, depart from hence? |
| 12166 | Sirrah, what made you send a pheasant with one wing to the table yesterday? |
| 12166 | Slave, slave!--Am I then captive to a slave?-- Why art thou thus unwilling to be free? |
| 12166 | So kind a passion why should I remove? |
| 12166 | So much good manners, brother? |
| 12166 | So quick to merit, and to take so slow? |
| 12166 | Soldier, thou seem''st afraid; whence comes thy fright? |
| 12166 | Spaniards, you See your own deplored estate: What dare you do to reconcile your fate? |
| 12166 | Speak thy conscience; was it not well dressed, sirrah? |
| 12166 | Speak, what thou art? |
| 12166 | Stay; what am I for the point? |
| 12166 | Still cruel, Julia? |
| 12166 | Still weep, Hippolito; to me thy tears Are sovereign, as those drops the balm- tree sweats.-- But, madam, are you sure you shall not love him? |
| 12166 | Strike hands; is''t a match, mistress? |
| 12166 | Suppose I should design it, what are you the worse for my good fortune? |
| 12166 | Suppose I should strike first, would it not breed Grief in your public heart to see her bleed? |
| 12166 | Suppose some friend, ere night, Should bring you to possess all you desire; And not so only, but secure forever The nation''s happiness? |
| 12166 | Sure he was afraid to come then? |
| 12166 | Swear''st thou, ungracious boy[A]? |
| 12166 | Tell me, audacious stranger, whence could rise The confidence of this rash enterprise? |
| 12166 | Tell me, sir, When you bestowed your sister on me, did not You give her freely up to my dispose? |
| 12166 | That is, you are so much older than I:--Do you like a man ever the better for his age, ladies? |
| 12166 | That of a friend:--But I am froward, say''st thou? |
| 12166 | That would you do? |
| 12166 | That you are forced to marry? |
| 12166 | That''s a good one; who shall take the forfeit? |
| 12166 | That, spite of duty, I must disobey: Besides, you warned me still of loving two; Can I love him, already loving you? |
| 12166 | The devil again in my house? |
| 12166 | The factious deputies might have some end in''t, And my ambitious cousin gain a crown: But what advantage could there come to you? |
| 12166 | The law allows none to scold in their own causes: What dost thou think the lawyers take our money for? |
| 12166 | The same: Sir Timorous? |
| 12166 | Their danger is alike;--whom shall I free? |
| 12166 | Their envious kindness how can I enjoy, When they give blessings, and the use destroy? |
| 12166 | Then I command you now, speak of nothing else:-- I charge you here, on your allegiance, tell me What I should do with him? |
| 12166 | Then does not your ladyship love me, madam? |
| 12166 | Then the boat, which seemed To lie by chance, hulling not far from shore, Was placed by your direction there? |
| 12166 | Then thou hast yet the goodness To pardon what I said? |
| 12166 | There''s no light, I hope? |
| 12166 | They are.--When hoist we sails? |
| 12166 | They are? |
| 12166 | They do not want, who wish not to have more; Who ever said an anchoret was poor? |
| 12166 | They would impose a ruler upon their lawful queen: For what''s an husband else? |
| 12166 | Think''st thou I lie on beds of roses here, Or in a wanton bath stretched at my ease? |
| 12166 | This lady I did for myself design: Dare you attempt her honour, who is mine? |
| 12166 | This, Philocles, like strange perverseness shews, As if whate''er I said you would oppose; How come you thus concerned for this unknown? |
| 12166 | Those are wishes: What''s to be done? |
| 12166 | Those closing skies might still continue bright, But who can help it, if you''ll make it night? |
| 12166 | Thou art not in earnest? |
| 12166 | Thy death must my unhappy flames remove: Now where is thy defence-- against my love? |
| 12166 | To her, alas!--Why, will not you protect her? |
| 12166 | To me? |
| 12166 | To what end dost thou show These trifles to me? |
| 12166 | To what strange punishment Will you condemn this guilty hand? |
| 12166 | To whom? |
| 12166 | Truth is, I wondered at your patience, madam: Did you not mark his words, his mein, his action, How full of haughtiness, how small respect? |
| 12166 | Twas you, then, that supplied me all this while with money? |
| 12166 | Ungrateful, must he die, by whom I live? |
| 12166 | Unlucky honour, that controul''st my will? |
| 12166 | Vasquez, what now remains in these extremes? |
| 12166 | Vexed? |
| 12166 | Wake, Philocles, wake from thy dream of glory,''Tis all but shadow to Candiope: Canst thou betray a love so innocent? |
| 12166 | Was ever boldness like to this of Philocles? |
| 12166 | Was ever such an insolence? |
| 12166 | Was this the venom that swelled up thy breast? |
| 12166 | Was this your proposition?-- And had you none to make it to but me? |
| 12166 | Was your cousin so barbarous to say this? |
| 12166 | Was''t got by miracle? |
| 12166 | We are now Alone; what news from Roderick? |
| 12166 | We have betwixt us An hundred men; the citadel you govern: What were it now to seize the queen? |
| 12166 | We must go meet them or it be too late; Yet, madam, rise; have you no sense of fate? |
| 12166 | Welcome, Setstone; hast thou performed thy visit happily, and without discovery? |
| 12166 | Well, I must go a little way, but I''ll return immediately, and write it: You''ll keep him in discourse the while? |
| 12166 | Well, are his jewels and his plate brought in? |
| 12166 | Well, but what think you of being put into a suit of clothes without money? |
| 12166 | Well, is there any thing more behind? |
| 12166 | Well, madam, what is it you would be at? |
| 12166 | Well, remember this, Jack; from this hour I forswear playing with you when I am alone; what, will you bate me nothing on''t? |
| 12166 | Well, what say you, if I put you to- night into the arms of Loveby? |
| 12166 | Well, what think you now of a reckoning betwixt us? |
| 12166 | Well, what''s their business? |
| 12166 | Well; and what did he say to you? |
| 12166 | Well; will you believe me another time? |
| 12166 | What a devil do''st thou put up? |
| 12166 | What a jest was there? |
| 12166 | What a kind of woman is his landlady? |
| 12166 | What a stygian woman''s this, to talk thus? |
| 12166 | What acknowledgment do you expect? |
| 12166 | What an unreasonable rogue art thou? |
| 12166 | What are they? |
| 12166 | What are you? |
| 12166 | What art thou, that hast led me this long hour through lanes and alleys, and blind passages? |
| 12166 | What became of Julia when I fell? |
| 12166 | What can I wish? |
| 12166 | What can the meaning of this be? |
| 12166 | What can thy ends, malicious beauty, be: Can he, who kill''d thy brother, live for thee? |
| 12166 | What cause have I to ask that question, Who loved him the first minute that I saw him? |
| 12166 | What condition? |
| 12166 | What could you have done more to me? |
| 12166 | What could you hope from Lysimantes''reign, That you can want in mine? |
| 12166 | What do I want? |
| 12166 | What does he mean, Asteria? |
| 12166 | What does he mean? |
| 12166 | What dost thou see by me, to ground it on? |
| 12166 | What faith, what vows, are those which you accuse? |
| 12166 | What forms did these new wonders represent? |
| 12166 | What fortune has he? |
| 12166 | What gold do you mean, sir? |
| 12166 | What grief is this which in your face appears? |
| 12166 | What has my Philocles deserved from thee, That thou shouldst use him thus? |
| 12166 | What has thy brutish fury gained us more, Than only healed the wounds, it gave before? |
| 12166 | What have I here, the hairy woman? |
| 12166 | What if I love? |
| 12166 | What if some one should seek immortal fame, By ending of the siege at one brave blow? |
| 12166 | What if the Spanish general should be slain? |
| 12166 | What is become, sir, of those gentlemen? |
| 12166 | What is it renders you thus obstinate? |
| 12166 | What is it, gentle youths, that moves you thus? |
| 12166 | What is it, that disturbs you, dear? |
| 12166 | What is it, that makes you fidge up and down so? |
| 12166 | What is it, then, that would content you? |
| 12166 | What is this honour which does love controul? |
| 12166 | What is your name, sweet heart? |
| 12166 | What is''t? |
| 12166 | What kind of beauty do you like? |
| 12166 | What makes Loveby yonder? |
| 12166 | What makes you here at this unseasonable hour? |
| 12166 | What makes you melancholick? |
| 12166 | What mark of pleasing vengeance could be shown, If I, to break his quiet, lose my own? |
| 12166 | What means my rival? |
| 12166 | What means this sudden change? |
| 12166 | What more could Odmar wish that I should do, To lose your love, than you persuade me to? |
| 12166 | What new miracle is this? |
| 12166 | What new objection can you find? |
| 12166 | What new treason Against my master''s love have you contrived With her? |
| 12166 | What news is this that makes thy haste a flight? |
| 12166 | What nobler fate could any lover meet? |
| 12166 | What noise is that? |
| 12166 | What noise is this invades my ear? |
| 12166 | What numbers of these holy men must come? |
| 12166 | What occasion have I given you for these words, sir? |
| 12166 | What of him now? |
| 12166 | What prince? |
| 12166 | What prize can empire with Orazia bear? |
| 12166 | What reason, madam? |
| 12166 | What right have parents over children, more Than birds have o''er their young? |
| 12166 | What say you to Olinda, then? |
| 12166 | What say you, Sir, will you join with us? |
| 12166 | What say you, madam? |
| 12166 | What say you, shall I marry Flavia? |
| 12166 | What shall I do in this case? |
| 12166 | What shall I do? |
| 12166 | What shall I do? |
| 12166 | What shall I do? |
| 12166 | What shall I do? |
| 12166 | What shall I say? |
| 12166 | What should I do? |
| 12166 | What store of old shirts have you against the good time? |
| 12166 | What strange afflicting news is this you tell us? |
| 12166 | What subject has he chose? |
| 12166 | What think you of the Park, after our plenteous entertainment, madam? |
| 12166 | What think you, Philocles? |
| 12166 | What think you, Philocles? |
| 12166 | What think you, sirs, was''t not all well enough? |
| 12166 | What voice is that? |
| 12166 | What voices are those? |
| 12166 | What wager will you venture upon the trial? |
| 12166 | What will become of me? |
| 12166 | What words, dear saint, are these I hear you use? |
| 12166 | What would he do, Proud slave, if he were free, and I were so? |
| 12166 | What would you give to avoid fighting now? |
| 12166 | What would you have me do? |
| 12166 | What would you have? |
| 12166 | What would you with me? |
| 12166 | What would you, sir? |
| 12166 | What would your wisdom now propose? |
| 12166 | What youth is that? |
| 12166 | What''s a- clock, sirrah? |
| 12166 | What''s that you mutter? |
| 12166 | What''s that? |
| 12166 | What''s the matter, madam? |
| 12166 | What''s the matter? |
| 12166 | What''s the matter? |
| 12166 | What''s the meaning of this uproar?--Quarrelling Amongst yourselves at midnight? |
| 12166 | What''s the meaning of this? |
| 12166 | What''s your sum? |
| 12166 | What, are you a- conjuring? |
| 12166 | What, are you planet struck? |
| 12166 | What, are your thoughts at strife About a ransom to preserve my life? |
| 12166 | What, do you mean to run away thus? |
| 12166 | What, do you take me for some cousin of Methusalem''s, that I must stay an hundred years, before I come to beget sons and daughters? |
| 12166 | What, he keeps up his old humour still? |
| 12166 | What, is my master mad, trow? |
| 12166 | What, is your public love Orazia''s grown? |
| 12166 | What, with your hat on? |
| 12166 | What, would you have me sit still, and look upon you, like a little puppy- dog, that''s taught to beg with his fore- leg up? |
| 12166 | When conquerors petition, they command: Those, that can captive queens, who can withstand? |
| 12166 | When he would die without it, how could you Deny to make his death more easy to him? |
| 12166 | When peace is offered,''tis too late to take; For one poor loss, to stoop to terms like those!-- Were we o''ercome, what could they worse impose? |
| 12166 | When physic''s past, what remains but to send for the divine? |
| 12166 | When sets he forward? |
| 12166 | When she is dead, What is there worth defending? |
| 12166 | When will you end your barbarous cruelty? |
| 12166 | When you see me next? |
| 12166 | Whence can proceed thy cruel thirst of blood, Ah, barbarous woman? |
| 12166 | Whence grows this boldness, sir? |
| 12166 | Whence had you leave to use those insolent terms, Of him I please to love? |
| 12166 | Whence, or from whom, dost thou these offers bring? |
| 12166 | Where are the fiddles? |
| 12166 | Where are you, madam? |
| 12166 | Where both agree,''tis there most safe to stay: For what''s more vain than public light to shun, And set up tapers, while we see the sun? |
| 12166 | Where had I courage for this bold disguise, Which more my nature than my sex belies? |
| 12166 | Where hast thou been, since first the fight began, Thou less than woman in the shape of man? |
| 12166 | Where have you been of late? |
| 12166 | Where is he, boy? |
| 12166 | Where is my lord? |
| 12166 | Where is that harmony of mind, that prudence, Which guided all you did? |
| 12166 | Where is that other world, from whence you came? |
| 12166 | Where is the bridegroom? |
| 12166 | Where is the grateful sense of all your favours? |
| 12166 | Where is the lady Julia? |
| 12166 | Where is the slave? |
| 12166 | Where lies your land, sir? |
| 12166 | Where will you be at nine o''clock, sir, that we may rejoice over our good fortune? |
| 12166 | Where''s my reward? |
| 12166 | Where''s the warrant? |
| 12166 | Where, and please your majesty? |
| 12166 | Where, banished virtue, wilt thou shew thy face, If treachery infects thy Indian race? |
| 12166 | Whereabouts is that lane, servant? |
| 12166 | Which of the ladies are you watching for? |
| 12166 | Which of the wits is it that made it? |
| 12166 | Which of us would you serve? |
| 12166 | Which way took they? |
| 12166 | Which way took they? |
| 12166 | Whither is all my former fury gone? |
| 12166 | Whither so fast? |
| 12166 | Whither? |
| 12166 | Who are you, gentle people, that go there? |
| 12166 | Who could mistake so grossly, not to know A Cupid frowning, when he draws his bow? |
| 12166 | Who could see him want, she loves? |
| 12166 | Who dines here besides? |
| 12166 | Who e''er could think, that one kind word from Julia Should be preferred to Julia herself? |
| 12166 | Who goes there? |
| 12166 | Who got that belly there? |
| 12166 | Who got your money, sir, that you have lost? |
| 12166 | Who must judge of it, we, or these gentlemen? |
| 12166 | Who names revenge? |
| 12166 | Who stops the fiddles? |
| 12166 | Who waits without there? |
| 12166 | Who was hanged there? |
| 12166 | Who was that with Failer, Will? |
| 12166 | Who was the father? |
| 12166 | Who''s here? |
| 12166 | Who''s that talks to you, my lady Constance? |
| 12166 | Who''s that, that with so loud and fierce a call Disturbs my rest? |
| 12166 | Who''s within there? |
| 12166 | Who, I, my lord? |
| 12166 | Who, this Loveby? |
| 12166 | Who, with your life, your freedom would restore, And add to that the crown of Mexico: Would you, for her, Cydaria''s love forego? |
| 12166 | Whom would he then except, or on what score? |
| 12166 | Why are you in obliging me so slow? |
| 12166 | Why comes she not? |
| 12166 | Why did I say I knew her? |
| 12166 | Why did you name Honoria first? |
| 12166 | Why disguised? |
| 12166 | Why do I thus delay to make him bleed? |
| 12166 | Why do we waste in vain these precious hours? |
| 12166 | Why do you fright me with it? |
| 12166 | Why do you frown? |
| 12166 | Why do you look that way? |
| 12166 | Why do you sigh? |
| 12166 | Why does he fear my lord should love a woman? |
| 12166 | Why dost thou pause? |
| 12166 | Why dost thou talk, like a philosopher, Of conquering love, who art not yet grown up, To try the force of any manly passion? |
| 12166 | Why dost thou then delay my longing arms? |
| 12166 | Why have I vanquished, since I must not kill? |
| 12166 | Why may not he get as fine children as I, or any man? |
| 12166 | Why must I tamely wait to perish last? |
| 12166 | Why should I go before?--What''s your intent?-- Where is my father?--Whither am I sent? |
| 12166 | Why should not then we women act alone? |
| 12166 | Why should we have recourse to desperate ways, When safer may be thought on? |
| 12166 | Why should we in your mercies still believe, When you can never pity, though we grieve? |
| 12166 | Why should we then fear these, our enemies, That rather seem to us like deities? |
| 12166 | Why should you ask me that? |
| 12166 | Why should you ask me what I can not give? |
| 12166 | Why should you be thus importunate? |
| 12166 | Why should you blush? |
| 12166 | Why should you stand off, to keep us from a dance? |
| 12166 | Why shouldst thou grieve? |
| 12166 | Why then should mortals be Unwilling to be free From blood, that sullen cloud, Which shining souls does shroud? |
| 12166 | Why thus, in vain, are thy weak spirits prest? |
| 12166 | Why will not then the fair Orazia give Life to herself, and let Traxalla live? |
| 12166 | Why you do not make a rabbit of me, to be lean at twenty- four hours warning? |
| 12166 | Why, are you with child, sirrah? |
| 12166 | Why, could you not be constant to one? |
| 12166 | Why, is she married, madam? |
| 12166 | Why, madam, can you be thus cruel to me? |
| 12166 | Why, madam, can you doubt a rudeness from me? |
| 12166 | Why, this knight is his inheritance; he lives upon him: Do''st thou think he''ll ever admit thee to govern him? |
| 12166 | Why, was your grandmother so young, you could not look for her decease? |
| 12166 | Why, what have I to do with you? |
| 12166 | Why, where''s the fault? |
| 12166 | Why, you wo n''t be so inhuman to carry away my heart, and not so much as tell me where I may hear news on''t? |
| 12166 | Why? |
| 12166 | Why? |
| 12166 | Why?--Do you know that family in Seville? |
| 12166 | Will good landlady set on the pot, as they say; or make the jack go? |
| 12166 | Will he not find your false keys, madam? |
| 12166 | Will not ale serve thy turn, Will? |
| 12166 | Will you be going, sir? |
| 12166 | Will you not grant that we can strut and huff? |
| 12166 | Will you see me wronged thus, under my own roof, as they say, William? |
| 12166 | Will you suspect a gentleman of Loveby''s worth, upon the bare report of such a rascal as this Failer? |
| 12166 | Will you trust A pirate''s promise, sooner than your valour? |
| 12166 | Will you walk, musty sir? |
| 12166 | Will you, sir? |
| 12166 | Will your ladyship please to go, madam? |
| 12166 | Will, have they forsaken thee upon it? |
| 12166 | With all my heart; was ever such a''scape? |
| 12166 | With you I can; but where''s my power alone? |
| 12166 | Would you be an angel in heaven? |
| 12166 | Would you have me married to that king Midas''s face? |
| 12166 | Would you marry me without consideration? |
| 12166 | Would you permit a private man to have The great Peruvian Inca for his slave? |
| 12166 | Would you so great a prize to him resign? |
| 12166 | Would''st thou have me be friends with him? |
| 12166 | Would''st thou make me the tenant of thy lust, To toil, and for my labour take the dregs, The juicy vintage being left for thee? |
| 12166 | Would''st thou serve A madman? |
| 12166 | Wretched I came, more wretched I retire: When two winds blow it, who can quench the fire? |
| 12166 | Wretched that I am, What have I done? |
| 12166 | Ye thin and empty forms, am I your sport? |
| 12166 | Yet could I change, as sure I never can, How could you love so infamous a man? |
| 12166 | Yet jealousy so strange I never knew; Can she, who loves me not, disquiet you? |
| 12166 | Yet you might spare my labour:-- Can you not guess? |
| 12166 | Yet, though unwillingly I took the office, I would perform it well: But how can I Prove lucky to his love, who to my own Am so unfortunate? |
| 12166 | Yield, generous stranger, and preserve your life; Why chuse you death in this unequal strife? |
| 12166 | Yonder he is; have I no other way? |
| 12166 | Yonder''s my guest; what say you, gentlemen? |
| 12166 | You are not yet married to her? |
| 12166 | You by his valour once from death were freed: Can you forget so generous a deed? |
| 12166 | You hide your face, as you were still afraid: Dare you not look on him, who gave you aid? |
| 12166 | You look amazed, as if some sudden fear Had seized your hearts; is any danger near? |
| 12166 | You met Setstone, I hope, that you came so opportunely? |
| 12166 | You run? |
| 12166 | You say, I have already had their curse For his bad usage; should I use him worse? |
| 12166 | You shall not stir after him;--Does he scorn my daughter? |
| 12166 | You speak to try my love; can you forgive So soon, to let your brother''s murderer live? |
| 12166 | You talk, you talk; could you kiss them, though but once, and ne''er think of me? |
| 12166 | You thank death for the windfall, servant: But why are you not in mourning for her? |
| 12166 | You tyrant gods, do you refuse to free The soul, you gave, from its perplexity? |
| 12166 | You will not draw in court, I hope? |
| 12166 | You would think it hard to be denied now? |
| 12166 | You''ll keep your promise to Don Roderick? |
| 12166 | You''ll leave me then, to take my fortune? |
| 12166 | You''ll not discover? |
| 12166 | You''ll not presume to hinder my lord''s business? |
| 12166 | You''re most unconscionable: When then do you think we shall come together? |
| 12166 | You''re sure her majesty will not oppose it? |
| 12166 | Your guilty kindness why do you misplace? |
| 12166 | Your mistress? |
| 12166 | Your own house, you think, is clear, my lord? |
| 12166 | Your pleasure, madam? |
| 12166 | Your reason? |
| 12166 | [_ Exit Servant_.--Ay, it shall be he: Jack Loveby, what think''st thou of a game at piquet, we two, hand to fist? |
| 12166 | _ Burr._ Where are you, madam? |
| 12166 | _ Cyd_.--A long and last farewell:--So eager to employ the cruel sword? |
| 12166 | _ Cyd_.--Alas, what needs To hear your words, when I beheld your deeds? |
| 12166 | _ Jul_.--Where is thy master? |
| 12166 | _ Lov_, What, is all your pleading of necessity come to this? |
| 12166 | all this while a- studying for a name of your manor? |
| 12166 | and plead that title? |
| 12166 | and why, old boy? |
| 12166 | are not you in love with my daughter? |
| 12166 | as you are an ass, sir? |
| 12166 | come, come, where lies it? |
| 12166 | could not heaven for lovers find a way, That prying people still might sleep by day? |
| 12166 | darest thou lift thy hand against me? |
| 12166 | did I ask you To be my champion? |
| 12166 | did you never see two fishes about a bait, tugging it this way and t''other way? |
| 12166 | do you discover my nakedness? |
| 12166 | do you stay to ask questions? |
| 12166 | does he take no pity on me? |
| 12166 | dost thou know the person I adore? |
| 12166 | face? |
| 12166 | from a villain, love? |
| 12166 | good my lord, how, or of what? |
| 12166 | have I Thus doated on my mortal enemy? |
| 12166 | have you found your tongue? |
| 12166 | he did not court''em, I hope? |
| 12166 | how came she so? |
| 12166 | how can he take care of thee, Whom fortune and his reason have abandoned? |
| 12166 | how long have I slept, boy? |
| 12166 | is all well, Philocles? |
| 12166 | is he deaf, or, waking, sleeps? |
| 12166 | is this possible? |
| 12166 | is this thy vow? |
| 12166 | is''t you, Sir Timorous? |
| 12166 | lie, sir? |
| 12166 | methinks already I begin To hate this boy, whom but even now I moaned, You serve my master? |
| 12166 | my orders broke even in my sight? |
| 12166 | never? |
| 12166 | no obedience, madam? |
| 12166 | not ready yet, man? |
| 12166 | not your grandmother, I hope? |
| 12166 | or how cam''st thou by them? |
| 12166 | please you, sir, to make use of my handkerchief? |
| 12166 | shall I be a dresser to the queen''s majesty, and nobody must know on''t? |
| 12166 | sirrah, varlet, how came I by this gold? |
| 12166 | stay, Guyomar, What hope you from this sally you prepare? |
| 12166 | such sacrifices can not be Devotions, but a solemn cruelty: How can the gods delight in human blood? |
| 12166 | tell it out: will the money burn your fingers? |
| 12166 | that sense of glory, Which raised you high above the rest of kings, As kings are o''er the level of mankind? |
| 12166 | then have you loved before? |
| 12166 | thus oblige her? |
| 12166 | to seize the queen!-- To seize her, said you? |
| 12166 | was it not just now I made a sacred, and a solemn vow, To offer up( if blest with victory) The prisoners that were took? |
| 12166 | went there so many to''t? |
| 12166 | what a hanging- look was there? |
| 12166 | what a misfortune it was, ladies, that the gentleman could not hold forth to you? |
| 12166 | what a question''s there? |
| 12166 | what art thou but a breath? |
| 12166 | what has she done? |
| 12166 | what have you done? |
| 12166 | what have you there, sirrah? |
| 12166 | what make you here About the queen''s apartments? |
| 12166 | what makes he here? |
| 12166 | what means Prince Pericles by this? |
| 12166 | what noise is that? |
| 12166 | what reason can you give? |
| 12166 | what shall I do? |
| 12166 | what''s the matter?--Murder? |
| 12166 | where?--Does she not follow me? |
| 12166 | whither is it Sir Timorous and Madam Isabella are gone together? |
| 12166 | whither would love Hurry thee headlong? |
| 12166 | who are these? |
| 12166 | who goes there? |
| 12166 | who have I got? |
| 12166 | who made them statesmen? |
| 12166 | why dost thou call upon her name? |
| 12166 | why vexed? |
| 12166 | yellow boys, by this good light? |
| 12166 | you will not leave us? |
| 12166 | you, that ere now had a design upon Sir Timorous for yourself? |
| 37645 | ''Tis Maskall you have caught, sir; do you mean to strangle me, that you press me so hard between your arms? |
| 37645 | ----Why should you urge me to so black a deed? |
| 37645 | --Why, lady, do you consider what you say? |
| 37645 | After his loss how did''st thou dare to breathe? |
| 37645 | Ah, who can wish to live when they are dead? |
| 37645 | Alas, can we not meet, but we must die? |
| 37645 | Albinus, whence proceeds this dismal noise? |
| 37645 | Am I to wait upon you home, or will you be so kind to take a hard lodging with me to- night? |
| 37645 | An advocate for an impostor? |
| 37645 | And all the devils are here!__ Prosp._ Why, that''s my spirit!-- But, was not this nigh shore? |
| 37645 | And by himself the civil war''s begun, Would you the advantage of the fight delay, If, striking first, you were to win the day? |
| 37645 | And have you armed yourself with resolution for such an adventure? |
| 37645 | And now, to leave our parables, and speak in the language of the vulgar, what think you of a voyage to merry England? |
| 37645 | And since you knew this, why did you conceal it from me? |
| 37645 | And then, what place, my lord? |
| 37645 | And what other use have I made of Maximin? |
| 37645 | Are they all Lancashire devils, of the brood of Tybert and Grimalkin, that they dare not wet their feet? |
| 37645 | Are they to suck the poison of the earth, As gaudy coloured serpents are? |
| 37645 | Are you itching to be in? |
| 37645 | Are you so great there already? |
| 37645 | Being at Canterbury, it was my fortune once, in the Cathedral church--_ Warn._ What do you mean, sir, to intrust this man with your affairs thus? |
| 37645 | Besides, what can I for his safety do? |
| 37645 | But did your lordship win her soon? |
| 37645 | But how can I be certain that you love me? |
| 37645 | But impudently liv''st to bring this news? |
| 37645 | But is your mistress widow, wife, or maid? |
| 37645 | But let me see, what are the words? |
| 37645 | But stay a little,----how have I lived all this while in that same country? |
| 37645 | But what needs this dissembling, since you are resolved to quit my mistress to me? |
| 37645 | But when do you expect them? |
| 37645 | But where did you appoint to meet him? |
| 37645 | But where''s thy sister? |
| 37645 | But who are these? |
| 37645 | But who are these? |
| 37645 | But who are these? |
| 37645 | But, empress, whence does your compassion grow? |
| 37645 | But, good Placidius, say, What prophecies Nigrinus of this day? |
| 37645 | But, in the first place, though last named, how came you hither, sir? |
| 37645 | But, why this second trial, when you engaged to break with him, if he failed in the first? |
| 37645 | By what weak infant was this engine wrought? |
| 37645 | Can thy excuses give me back his life? |
| 37645 | Can you a love besides Valeria''s own? |
| 37645 | Canst thou help me to it? |
| 37645 | Canst thou remember A time, before we came into this cell? |
| 37645 | Confess freely; is not love your business? |
| 37645 | Could I do less than my respect to pay, Where I before had given my heart away? |
| 37645 | Could you do this wonderful miracle without giving your soul to the devil for his help? |
| 37645 | Dar''st thou of any faith but of thy prince''s be? |
| 37645 | Dare either of you my commands refuse? |
| 37645 | Defame my family, ruin my name, to satisfy his pleasure? |
| 37645 | Did I molest your heaven? |
| 37645 | Did I receive thee into grace for this? |
| 37645 | Did he not play most excellently, Madam? |
| 37645 | Did not I come out diligently to meet this gold, in the very way it was to come? |
| 37645 | Did you hear no tumult hereabouts? |
| 37645 | Did you lose it? |
| 37645 | Did''st thou not drop from heaven? |
| 37645 | Do you come hither to cozen an honest man? |
| 37645 | Do you not know she ever loved him, and can you hope she has so soon forsaken him? |
| 37645 | Do you refuse? |
| 37645 | Do you remember who encouraged me to love, and promised me his assistance? |
| 37645 | Does he think I will be damn''d for him? |
| 37645 | Don Melchor, whither were you bound so late? |
| 37645 | Dost thou not see their father? |
| 37645 | Dost thou see those beauties? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ But upon what ground will you raise your quarrel? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ By your leave, sir: I hope this noble knight will make you happy, and you make him--_ Chr._ What should I make him? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ Come, Christian, will you not marry this noble knight? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ Now I am better: Bess, you have not seen me thus? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ Which cousin? |
| 37645 | Dupe._ Your lady, or your children, sick? |
| 37645 | Farewell:--you''ll be constant to me? |
| 37645 | For why should he only be exempted from those frailties, from which Homer and Virgil are not free? |
| 37645 | Great gifts, and greater promises I''ll make: And what religion is''t, but they can shake? |
| 37645 | Had you none to abuse but me in that unfortunate fond girl, that you know was dearer to me than my life? |
| 37645 | Has Warner cheated me? |
| 37645 | Has he not the leer of a very lewd, debauched spirit? |
| 37645 | Has there been any blood shed since I went? |
| 37645 | Hast thou a mind to have our throats cut? |
| 37645 | Hast thou forgot her? |
| 37645 | Hast thou no mouth by land? |
| 37645 | Have you a mind to sink? |
| 37645 | Have you done any new piece of folly, that makes you look so like an ass? |
| 37645 | Have you not so much pity in your breast? |
| 37645 | Have you the high- running dice about you? |
| 37645 | He a Hector? |
| 37645 | He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him? |
| 37645 | Her death shall set me free this very hour;----But is her death within a lover''s power? |
| 37645 | Here''s a torrent of words indeed; a very_ impetus dicendi_; will you never have done? |
| 37645 | Hey, what work will the Wildbloods make among the Cids and the Bens of the Arabians? |
| 37645 | Hold; are you mad? |
| 37645 | How died he? |
| 37645 | How does it sound? |
| 37645 | How does my pigsnye? |
| 37645 | How does your ladyship like my music? |
| 37645 | How long must a man wait for you? |
| 37645 | How the devil, sir, came you to stumble on''t? |
| 37645 | How tied to her? |
| 37645 | I am loath to disparage her; but thou art my friend,--canst thou be close? |
| 37645 | I beseech you, sir, what is it to me, if he should prove a counterfeit? |
| 37645 | I hear The strain of strutting Chanticleer, Cry, Cock a doodle do.__ Ferd._ Where should this music be? |
| 37645 | I hope you have not betrayed me? |
| 37645 | I know how to use her with that respect----_ Alon._ I know what you would say, sir; but if it belong to our family? |
| 37645 | I never heard of them before.-- What are women like? |
| 37645 | I pr''ythee fill a sup, and let it go round.-- Where hast thou laid the runlet? |
| 37645 | I suppose you''ll grant he knew you in your disguise? |
| 37645 | I think thou art grown envious; not one word in my commendation? |
| 37645 | If by free will in our own paths we move, How are we bounded by decrees above? |
| 37645 | If fate be not, then what can we foresee? |
| 37645 | Is Berenice still more fair than I? |
| 37645 | Is he conversant in the occult sciences? |
| 37645 | Is he gone, madam? |
| 37645 | Is he my rival? |
| 37645 | Is it decreed I should recover you Alive, just in that fatal hour, when this Brave youth is lost in death, and by my hand? |
| 37645 | Is it not better to pierce the butt, than to quarrel and pierce one another''s bellies? |
| 37645 | Is it thee, Maskall? |
| 37645 | Is my Charinus well? |
| 37645 | Is this to be my spouse? |
| 37645 | Is this your best, upon the faith of a virgin? |
| 37645 | Jac._ What will become of us? |
| 37645 | Lord bless me, what should I do with a husband? |
| 37645 | Madam, I hope a stranger may take the liberty, without offence, to offer his devotions by you? |
| 37645 | Martin said to his man,_ Who''s the fool now?__ Warn._ Who''s the fool! |
| 37645 | Miranda, child, where are you? |
| 37645 | Must valour be oppressed by multitudes? |
| 37645 | Must we teach heaven what price to set on murder? |
| 37645 | My lord, heaven knows how I have ever loved you; and is this my reward? |
| 37645 | My servant Ariel, where art thou? |
| 37645 | Name her, and then we of her strength may guess.-- From whence does your unwonted silence come? |
| 37645 | Nature has done her part, she loves variety:-- Why did I think that any woman could Be innocent, because she''s young? |
| 37645 | Now, sir, what think you? |
| 37645 | O heaven, which dost of chastity take care--_ Plac._ Why do you lose an unregarded prayer? |
| 37645 | O, cavalier, is it you? |
| 37645 | Or dare we traffic with the powers above, And sell by weight a good deed for a bad? |
| 37645 | Or how can we avoid it, if it be? |
| 37645 | Or more delightful than the peacock''s feathers? |
| 37645 | Or than the gloss upon the necks of doves? |
| 37645 | Or to learn new oaths and curses to carry into England? |
| 37645 | Or why should there be any_ ipse dixit_ in our poetry, any more than there is in our philosophy? |
| 37645 | Peer Stephano, dost thou love me? |
| 37645 | Placidius, can you love, and see my grief, And for my sake not offer some relief? |
| 37645 | Pox on her, what shall I do? |
| 37645 | Pr''ythee, how long dost thou intend to love at this rate? |
| 37645 | Pr''ythee, why should we quarrel? |
| 37645 | Pray do you hear the news at court? |
| 37645 | Pray tell me, do you think him ungrateful, or a fool? |
| 37645 | Pray, tell me what you are? |
| 37645 | Pray, when did I give you encouragement for so much familiarity? |
| 37645 | Remember me!--Alas, what have I said? |
| 37645 | Say, say, what shall we do? |
| 37645 | Shall I grow to her? |
| 37645 | Shall I speak, dear Warner? |
| 37645 | Shall I swear two oaths? |
| 37645 | Shall we be always haunted with these fiends? |
| 37645 | Shall we give over, and drown? |
| 37645 | Speak, good people, are you well agreed? |
| 37645 | Tell me, with that sincerity I taught you, How you became so bold to see the man? |
| 37645 | That love''s a harder word than death to speak? |
| 37645 | Then why should I not do so? |
| 37645 | These brittle toys to execute my will? |
| 37645 | Think, at, your birth, ah think what pains I bore, And can your eyes behold me suffer more? |
| 37645 | To mis- spend that money, which kind fortune intended for a mistress? |
| 37645 | To thy foul lust I never can consent; Why dost thou then defer my punishment? |
| 37645 | Tony dances a jigg.__ Sir John._ Pray, Mr Fool, where''s the rest of your company? |
| 37645 | Tribune, from whence Proceeds this more than barbarous insolence? |
| 37645 | Victoria!_ What heart, Sir John? |
| 37645 | Welcome, my dear!-- What shall we do? |
| 37645 | What a dull fool was I, to take those drunkards For gods, when such as these were in the world? |
| 37645 | What alteration found you in yourself? |
| 37645 | What are these we see? |
| 37645 | What business can he have here? |
| 37645 | What comfort, Rose? |
| 37645 | What could fate do less for me? |
| 37645 | What do you say, madam? |
| 37645 | What envious devil has discovered to Aurelia that I am in town? |
| 37645 | What have I done besides a little_ lapsus linguæ_? |
| 37645 | What have you to say to her? |
| 37645 | What injury have I ever done you, that you should pray in my company? |
| 37645 | What is''t thou canst demand? |
| 37645 | What petty promise was''t that caused this frown? |
| 37645 | What rate on lawless power and wild ambition? |
| 37645 | What says nimble master Mercury to the matter? |
| 37645 | What the devil did I mean, to play with this brunette of Afric? |
| 37645 | What''s he duke of? |
| 37645 | What''s that too? |
| 37645 | What''s this? |
| 37645 | What, Ariel? |
| 37645 | What, have you laid an ambush for me? |
| 37645 | What, you have been taking pains, too, to divulge my talent? |
| 37645 | What? |
| 37645 | Where are my daughters and my niece? |
| 37645 | Where are the papers concerning the jointure I have heard you speak of? |
| 37645 | Where hast thou been thus long, thou sleeping form, That wak''st, like drowsy seamen, in a storm? |
| 37645 | Where lies this jest that tickles you? |
| 37645 | Where was she born? |
| 37645 | Where''s the spoon? |
| 37645 | Which is he? |
| 37645 | Who are you? |
| 37645 | Who can unriddle this dumb- show of death? |
| 37645 | Who shall hinder me? |
| 37645 | Who taught thee to be pitiful or good? |
| 37645 | Who the devil would have suspected him of such an action? |
| 37645 | Who''s there? |
| 37645 | Why all this noise and tumult? |
| 37645 | Why do I speak of eating or repose, Before I know thy fortune? |
| 37645 | Why must I be obliged to one so ill? |
| 37645 | Why should I that, which pleases me, remove? |
| 37645 | Why should a mortal, by enchantments, hold In chains a spirit of etherial mould? |
| 37645 | Why should you then make Maximin your foe Who paid you tribute, which he need not do? |
| 37645 | Why should you think the devil such an ass to go about? |
| 37645 | Why should your folly make your love miscarry, Since men first play the fools, and then they marry? |
| 37645 | Why starest thou so? |
| 37645 | Why sure you do not think me a pagan, an infidel? |
| 37645 | Why the devil should we be vext, Whether he gets the wench this night or next? |
| 37645 | Why, Beatrix, where are you? |
| 37645 | Why, Mr Fool, Oaf, Coxcomb, will you hear none of your names? |
| 37645 | Why, sister, sister, will you pray? |
| 37645 | Why, then, should I fear? |
| 37645 | Why? |
| 37645 | Will a kind look from me pay all this score, For you well know you must expect no more? |
| 37645 | Will you be gone already, ladies? |
| 37645 | Will you do nothing to save my life? |
| 37645 | Will you go, sir? |
| 37645 | Will you have me swear? |
| 37645 | Will you stay, sir? |
| 37645 | Wilt thou disturb a settled government, where thou art a mere stranger to the laws of the country? |
| 37645 | Wilt thou go with me? |
| 37645 | Would any one, that had the least revenue of common sense, have done this? |
| 37645 | Yet again, what do you here? |
| 37645 | You are a foolish girl; but answer To what I ask; what thought you when you saw it? |
| 37645 | You dogs, is this a time to sleep? |
| 37645 | You have a hand like mine-- may I not gently touch it? |
| 37645 | You keep your humour still to have all women? |
| 37645 | Young, and slip an opportunity? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside to him.__ Sir Mart._ Say you so? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside._ Well, what was the success of your encounter? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Alon._ Well, sir, and what do the stars hold forth? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Alon._ When did you lose this diamond? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Alon._ Why, when do you begin, sir? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Hip._ Are such misfortunes frequent in your world, Where many men live? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Hip._ What makes you shun me? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Jac._ Is this the quarrel? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Max._ With what child''s anger do you think you play? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Mill._ You''ll see''t performed? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Mill._ Your master then is innocent? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Plac._ Sir, shall she die? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Sir John._ Near Canterbury, say you? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Theo._ Pray answer me truly to one question: Did you ever make any addresses to my cousin? |
| 37645 | [_ Aside.__ Warn._ How the devil should I excuse him? |
| 37645 | [_ Exeunt Father and Daughters.__ Wild._ Now, Bellamy, what success? |
| 37645 | [_ Exeunt Women.__ Mask._ Do you know how you came by this money, sir? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit Servant.__ Mask._ What does my incomprehensible master mean? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit after her Lady.__ Mask._ Well, sir, how like you your new profession? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit, leading her.__ Max._ What made Porphyrius so officious be? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit.__ Aur._ But dost thou think the Englishman can keep his promise? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit.__ Jac._ Do you think the Englishmen will come after us? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit.__ Sir Mart._ Now we are alone: han''t I carried matters bravely, sirrah? |
| 37645 | [_ Exit.__ Warn._ Why, sir, are you stark mad? |
| 37645 | [_ Falls upon him and throws him down.__ Mel._ What do you mean, you will not murder me? |
| 37645 | [_ Gives her the bottle._ How do you like it now, my queen that must be? |
| 37645 | [_ Going in.__ Mask._ How the pox will he get off from this? |
| 37645 | [_ He is going.__ Theo._ What have I done? |
| 37645 | [_ He''s going.__ Mir._ And can you be his judge and executioner? |
| 37645 | [_ Holds the gold afar off, trembling.__ Warn._ Noble sir, what have I done to deserve so great a liberality? |
| 37645 | [_ Hugging her bare hand.__ Chr._ Why do you crush it so? |
| 37645 | [_ Kisses her hand, and exit.__ Val._ What can I hope from this sad interview? |
| 37645 | [_ Laughs again.__ Warn._ What a murrain is the matter, sir? |
| 37645 | [_ Pulls at her glove.__ Chr._ What does your lordship mean? |
| 37645 | [_ Running to her daughter.__ Max._ What, must my will by women be controuled? |
| 37645 | [_ Running.__ Mel._ Dear Aurelia, what mean you? |
| 37645 | [_ She drinks.__ Syc._ Is this your heav''nly liquor? |
| 37645 | [_ She faints away.__ Lord._ Who''s there? |
| 37645 | [_ She fetches two disguises.__ Warn._ The meaning of this, dear Rose? |
| 37645 | [_ She turns aside._ Do you my person and my gift contemn? |
| 37645 | [_ She wipes, and anoints the sword.__ Mir._ Does it still grieve you? |
| 37645 | [_ Shews the paper.__ Sir Mart._ What''s that you have in your hand there, sirrah? |
| 37645 | [_ The company sit.__ Wild._ What is the ladies''game, sir? |
| 37645 | [_ They let him down.__ Mood._ What am I kept here for? |
| 37645 | [_ To her.__ Val._ To bring Porphyrius only to my sight, Was not to show your pity, but your spite: Would you but half oblige her you adore? |
| 37645 | [_ To the Soldiers.__ Max._ Vanquished, and dar''st thou yet a rebel be? |
| 37645 | _ 2 Wom._ Whither? |
| 37645 | _ Alb._ How can I speak, or how, sir, can you hear? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ And how fares my son- in- law, that lives there? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ And, pray, what did you answer, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ But, why came you back from St Sebastians? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Come, daughters, have you done? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Daughter, what make you here at this unseasonable hour? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Do you think I am not master of my passions? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Good boatswain, have a care; where''s the master? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Has heaven, in all its infinite stock of mercy, No overflowings for us? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Have you brought no letters from him? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ How now, gentlewoman?--What, are you going to relief by moonshine? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ I have caught somebody: Are these your spirits? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ I hope you are both gentlemen? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Is it you, Sennor Inglis? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Never were beasts so hunted into toils, As we have been pursued by dreadful shapes.-- But is not that my son? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Pr''ythee, what''s the news to thee or me? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Sir, sir, will you restore my jewel? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Stand: who goes there? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Then I''ll be more abstruse with him: What think you, sir, of the taking Hyleg? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Theodosia, what business have you with this cavalier? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ What adventure? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ What are you muttering there, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ What judgment may a man reasonably form from the trine aspect of the two infortunes in angular houses? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ What''s the matter? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Why, are they not they? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Will he so? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._ Will you never have done, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Alon._''Tis so indeed; but who dares taste this feast, Which fiends provide, to poison us? |
| 37645 | _ Alonz._ And think''st thou I, or these, will tamely stand, To view the execution? |
| 37645 | _ Alonz._ Have I for this Found thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee? |
| 37645 | _ Alonz._ What do you mean? |
| 37645 | _ Anto._ How could we help it? |
| 37645 | _ Anto._ Where''s the master, boatswain? |
| 37645 | _ Apol._ And what more noble can your doctrine preach, Than virtue, which philosophy does teach? |
| 37645 | _ Ariel._ Is there more toil? |
| 37645 | _ Ariel._ Presently, master? |
| 37645 | _ Ariel._ Was it well done, my lord? |
| 37645 | _ Ariel._ What would my potent master? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ And yet it was beyond your expectances to meet me? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ But is it possible Don Melchor should be false to love? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ Did you counterfeit an address to me? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ Is it absolutely necessary you should press my hand thus? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ My glass, I mean: What, will you never be so spiritual as to understand refined language? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ Then will he sacrifice my cousin to me? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ What important business brought you hither? |
| 37645 | _ Aur._ What rudeness is this? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ But are you sure he will deserve this kindness? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Do you think they can stay from you? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ How dare you press your mistress to an inconvenience? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ How much good language is here thrown away, to make me betray my ladies? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ O, are you so, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Shall I not? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ They are at a loss, madam; shall I put up my veil, that they may take aim? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Well, Maskall, what news of the ladies of the lake? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Well, madam, what do you think of me now? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Well, what composition, monsieur? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ What amazes you? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ Which of my ladies, and which of your masters? |
| 37645 | _ Beat._ You do love him then? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ And do you think it reasonable for me to stand defendant to all the impertinent questions, that the town can ask me? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ And pray, madam, what do you think the lookers on imagine I am employed about? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ And when you met Lopez, he swallowed all you told him? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ But how know you she is fair? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ But where did you begin to blow the trumpet? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Clear, dost thou say? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Fear nothing, madam; I think, I know them: Don Lopez? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ How the devil came he to cross me? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Is your business very pressing? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Madam Aurelia, is it you? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Marry hang you, is it you that have given us this hot alarm? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Meaning, I should not be loved again? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ My whole constellation is at her service: But what is she for a woman? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Nay, I imagined as much: Do but look upon his physiognomy-- you have read Baptista Porta? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Now I am lost, past all redemption.--Maskall, must you be smickering after wenches, while I am in calamity? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Pr''ythee, tell me what thou canst find to doat on in these Castilians? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Suspected it? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ That I could do easily: But, to shew you I am generous, I''ll none of your present; do you think I am mercenary? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Then you have discovered nothing more? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Was he so impudent? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Well, sir, what is it you expect? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Well, what think you of the Prado this evening? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ What is it? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ What need you bring matters to that extremity? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ What occasion can I have given you for a complaint? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ What to do there, I pr''ythee? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Which are they, think''st thou? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Why, is any business more public than drinking and wenching? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Why, thou wouldst not be so impudent, to marry Beatrix for thyself only? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Why, you impudent villain, must you offer to name him publicly, when I have taken so much care to conceal him all this while? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._ Will you in, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Bel._''Tis very well; what need these circumstances between us two? |
| 37645 | _ Ber._ And yet----is there no other way to try? |
| 37645 | _ Ber._ Dare not Porphyrius suffer then with me, Since what for him, I for myself decree? |
| 37645 | _ Ber._ Husbands a forfeiture of love may make; But what avails the forfeit none can take? |
| 37645 | _ Ber._ Would you, for me, A beauty, and an empire too deny? |
| 37645 | _ Calib._ How does thy honour? |
| 37645 | _ Calib._ I left her clambering up a hollow oak, and plucking thence the dropping honey- combs.--Say, my king, shall I call her to thee? |
| 37645 | _ Calib._ Shall she not taste of that immortal liquor? |
| 37645 | _ Cam._ And where, amongst the rest, do you think I have been looking you? |
| 37645 | _ Cam._ But, madam, if you should see him, it will not be he, but the devil in his likeness; and then why should you desire it? |
| 37645 | _ Cam._ Can you do it without fear? |
| 37645 | _ Cam._ Do you hear, madam, there''s one treading already; how if it be he? |
| 37645 | _ Can heaven permit such crimes should be Attended with felicity?_ 1 Dev. |
| 37645 | _ Char._ Speak without fear; what did the vision shew? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ And two or three possets to be eaten: May I not put in that, madam? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ As how, forsooth? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ As how, madam? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ But how, if he should take me at my word? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ But how, when you are returned, madam? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ But what must I do next? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ Do you hear, my aunt calls? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ I doubt, madam, you are indisposed with your voyage; will you please to see the lodgings your father has provided for you? |
| 37645 | _ Chr._ It happened, madam, just as you said it would; but was he so concerned for my feigned sickness? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ But how if I should change, and like that man: Would you be willing to permit that change? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ But why are you so joyful? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ But why do I Stay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ But, pray, how does it come, that we two are Not brothers then, and have not beards like him? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ But, what is that? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Come, sister, shall we walk the other way? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Danger, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Did she? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Do they run wild about the woods? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ How dare you venture? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ How did he come to be our father too? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ How do you find yourself? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ How, horrid, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ I''ll struggle with my heart to follow this; But if I lose him by it, will you promise To bring him back again? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Is the man that way, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Is this your news? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Must we part so soon? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Pray, father, is not this my sister''s man? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Pray, how began your difference first? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Sir, I have made a fire; shall he be warmed? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Sister, what business have you here? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ So kind already? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ What heavenly power is this? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ What is the soul? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ What will become of me then? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ What, that he should eat us, sister? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ When will it come again? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Who, I? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Who, my sister? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Why could he not find more of us? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ Why, was there ever any more of him? |
| 37645 | _ Dor._ You mean to love her too? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ But is not that your sister with Hippolito? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of place, But the ground''s firm and even: Are you ready? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Have you a father? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ How far will this invisible musician Conduct my steps? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ How should I? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Is it your voice, my love? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Is there another whom I ought to love; And love him for your sake? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Must I for yours, and can not for my own? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Sir, there is no doubt You are a man: But I would know, of whence? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Such are we born to.-- But, gentle youth, as you have questioned me, So give me leave to ask you, what you are? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ What shall we do then to decide our quarrel? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Would you be willing I should see and love Your woman, and endeavour to seduce her From that affection, which she vowed to you? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ You remember On what conditions we must fight? |
| 37645 | _ Ferd._ Your ghost must take another form to fright me, This shape will be too pleasing.--Do I love you? |
| 37645 | _ Gonz._ But pray, sir, what are those mis- shapen creatures? |
| 37645 | _ Gonz._ What horrid masque will the dire fiends present? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ And shall these people be all men and women? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Are they so beautiful? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ But why are you so sad? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ But, dear Dorinda, What is become of him who fought with me? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Can they be fairer than the plumes of swans? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Do not you know? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Do not you love her? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ How can he make us one? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ How dead? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ How did she pierce? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ How will you hinder me? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ I''ll have you too.-- But are not you acquainted with these women? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ I''m somewhat cold; Can you not draw me nearer to the sun? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Is she your sister? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Just, just, my disease.-- Do you not wish, you do not know for what? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ My dear Dorinda with another man? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Now, I suspect that love''s the very thing, That I feel too!--Pray tell me truly, sir, Are you not grown unquiet since you saw her? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Prospero has often said, that nature makes Nothing in vain: Why then are women made? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ There, I confess, I differ from you, sir: But you desire she may be always with you? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ What are those creatures, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ What is it that you render back? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ What should I do with it? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ What thing is that? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Who''s this, who looks so fair and beautiful, As nothing but Dorinda can surpass her? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Why do you swim so, and dance about me? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Why, are there more fair women, sir, Besides that one I love? |
| 37645 | _ Hip._ Why, must not he, who touches hers, touch yours? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ And can you be constant to me? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ But is not your heart of the nature of those birds, that breed in one country, and go to winter in another? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ But what need we go into another climate? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ But, in earnest, do you love me? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Nay, if he be not lord and master of both those qualities, I disown him----But who goes there? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ None but fools confine their pleasure: What usurer ever thought his coffers held too much? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Or, perhaps it wants company; shall she put another to it? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Or, would not a fortnight serve our turn? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ We will not quarrel; where''s the money? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ What would you have? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Why should I keep myself and servant in pain, for that which may be cured at a day''s warning? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Why, are we not? |
| 37645 | _ Jac._ Why, can you love her unknown? |
| 37645 | _ Lady within._ Why, niece, where are you, niece? |
| 37645 | _ Land._ He went to bed as well to see to as any man in England; and when he awakened the next morning--_ Sir John._ What then? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Any new business? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Astrology, does he say? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ But how could he imagine I was in any? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ But what hope for me? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Cavaliers, will you please to command my coach to take the air this evening? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Could you guess what countrymen? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ I had my share in''t; but how came you here? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Must I then betray my friend? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Our famous astrologer, how come you here? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ This cavalier is in love----_ Alon._ You told me that before, sir; do you speak oracles, that you require this strict attention? |
| 37645 | _ Lop._ Who goes there? |
| 37645 | _ Lord._ Does he think to give fiddles and treatments in a house, where he has wronged a lady? |
| 37645 | _ Lord._ No harm, I warrant you; but why are you so afraid? |
| 37645 | _ Lord._ Then what does this white enemy so near me? |
| 37645 | _ Lord._ What if you should propose mistress Christian as a wife to your master? |
| 37645 | _ Lord._ You never shall repent your goodness to me; but may not I presume there was some little kindness in it, which moved you to conceal my crime? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ A secret, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ And for yours, I have already put it to a fitting employment.--Courage, sir; how goes the battle on your wing? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ And where''s your great secret now? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Are you mad, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Are you so well stopped in the bottom? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ But what say the stars, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ But who is here, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ But, after all your jollity, what think you if it was Jacintha that gave it you in this disguise? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ But, madam, do you take me for a man of honour? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Deliver up your lady''s secret; what makes her so cruel to my master? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Did one ever hear so impudent an ignorance? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Do you know what work you have made, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Has he no name? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ I wonder what she has to say to you? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Is the wind in that door? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ My mistress? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Pray go on, sir; we can discourse as we walk together: And whither were you now a- going, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Shall you and I concern ourselves for what the boys do, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Thereupon what does me he, but draws, by my advice--_ Bel._ How now, Mr Rascal? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ They are rich, I suppose? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Was it enjoined thee strictly, and canst thou hold it? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Who would have suspected it from that wicked elder? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Will you be at the next_ juego de cannas_? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Will you confess, then? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Wilt thou never have done tormenting me? |
| 37645 | _ Mask._ Would she offer to bring money to you? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ And dost thou think This lame account fit for a love- sick king? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ And why was I not told of this before? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ Can any brighter than the Roman be? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ From whence does this new impudence proceed, That you dare alter that which I decreed? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ How can I help those faults which nature made? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ How fares my son? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ How, madam, are you to new ways inclined? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ Still must I be upbraided with your line? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ War is my province!--Priest, why stand you mute? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ What had the Gods to do with me or mine? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ What rage has urged this act, which thou hast done? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ What riddles do you use? |
| 37645 | _ Max._ Who should be judge of that renown you name, But I? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ By what token? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ Do you believe him, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ Is it thus, my dear, that you treat your servant? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ Is the devil in this old man, first to give me occasion to confess my love, and, when he knew it, to promise he would keep my counsel? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ This diamond you speak of, I confess----_ Alon._ But what need you confess, sir, before you are accused? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ What shall I say? |
| 37645 | _ Mel._ Will you please, sir, to give me leave to be the unworthy possessor of her? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ Art thou in earnest? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ But are you in such haste, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ Does he do all this, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ For what? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ How now, what''s his business? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ What rival? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ What says that fellow to you? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ Where are they laid? |
| 37645 | _ Mill._ Where''s my father? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ But how shall we hereafter shun him, if we do not know him first? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ But what of it? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ But wherefore did they not that hour destroy us? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ But who shall tell him on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Do you find no ease? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Do you not hear my father call? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Have you no pity? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ How came we ashore? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ How do you bear your prison? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ How is it likely that I should, Except the thing had first loved me? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ How? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Is it a spirit? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ O, you mean the ship? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Oh me, why stay we here then? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Sir!--my lord!--where are you? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Sir, I am sent hither To dress your wound; how do you find your strength? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Sir, are not you my father? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Sir, had I not four or five women once, that tended me? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ What charming things are these? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ What is it moves you so? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Why did you then propose him as an object Of terror to my mind? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Why speaks my father so ungently? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Yes, sir: Do you scruple To grant the first request I ever made? |
| 37645 | _ Mir._ Yet I have heard you say, the powers above Are slow in punishing; and should not you Resemble them? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ And who did you go over with to the East- Indies? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ But do you remember where you were bred up? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ But what kind of man is this Sir Martin, with whom you are to go? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ But you remember, I hope, where you were born? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ How now, sirrah? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ In the Isle of Ely, sure you mean? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ Is he here already, say''st thou? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ Let them come in, and we''ll be jovy; an I had but my hobby- horse at home----_ Sir John._ What, are they men, or women? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ My dear boy, Anthony, do I see thee again before I die? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ Where have you heard her say so, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ Who has used thee so? |
| 37645 | _ Mood._ Who the devil bid you speak, sirrah? |
| 37645 | _ Must._ Art thou mad, Trincalo? |
| 37645 | _ Must._ He reels: Can he be drunk with sea- water? |
| 37645 | _ Must._ Who, that monster? |
| 37645 | _ Must._ You declare for the people, who never saw your face? |
| 37645 | _ Nig._ Say, what does the Egyptian princess now? |
| 37645 | _ Nig._ Thy rival''s hated name I will refrain: Speak, shall the emperor his love obtain? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ A captive, sir, who would a martyr die? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ Can all this ocean of your kindness be Poured upon him, and not one drop on me? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ If it be love, which does your soul possess----_ Max._ Are you my rival, that so soon you guess? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ Shall I enjoy that beauty I adore? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ What is it, sir, that shakes your mighty mind? |
| 37645 | _ Plac._ You have concluded then that he must die? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ And would you rather chuse your death, than me? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ Can you believe that my ambitious flame Should mount so high as Berenice''s name? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ Has, then, the change of fortune changed your will? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ How can I bear those griefs you disapprove? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ What faith, what witness, is it that you name? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ What is it, sir, you can require of me? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ Who durst his thoughts to such ambition lift? |
| 37645 | _ Por._ Will that, sir, be remembered in your rage? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ And he spoke to you? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performed: But there''s more work;-- What is the time o''the day? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Art thou then prone to mischief, wilt thou be Thyself the executioner? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ But are you not much changed from what you were? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ But have you no desire once more to see him? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ But tell me first, my spirit, How fares the duke, my brother, and their followers? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ But to what purpose was all thy diligence? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ But, Ariel, are they safe? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Did not his eyes infect and poison you? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Dost thou think so, spirit? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Hast thou, spirit, performed to point The tempest, that I bade thee? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ How can I think you did remember hers, When you forgot your own? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ How do they bear their sorrows? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ How like you his converse? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ How, the best? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Miranda, where''s your sister? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ My brave spirit!-- Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Did not infect his reason? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Now I have been indulgent to your wish; You have seen the prisoner? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Say how thou hast disposed the mariners Of the duke''s ship, and all the rest o''the fleet? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform, and I must use you In such another work: How goes the day? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: What seest thou else, In the dark back- ward, and abyss of time? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Thou liest, malignant thing!--Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Well, what was his behaviour afterwards? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ What dismal noise is that? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ What would you do to make that woman yours? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ What''s that, my spirit? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Why didst thou not prevent, at least foretel, This fatal action then? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Why so? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ With a twinkle, Ariel.--But stay, my spirit; What is become of my slave, Caliban, And Sycorax, his sister? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ Would you see him, who did you so much mischief? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ You do not love it? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ You speak of him with too much passion; tell me,( And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda,) What passed betwixt you and that horrid creature? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ You stare upon me, as you ne''er had seen me; Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge, That you retain no memory of Prospero? |
| 37645 | _ Prosp._ You think you have received no hurt? |
| 37645 | _ Rose._ Are you there, Mr Littleplot? |
| 37645 | _ Rose._ How durst you venture hither? |
| 37645 | _ Rose._ I''ll instruct him most rarely, he shall never be found out; but, in the mean time, what wilt thou do for a serenade? |
| 37645 | _ Rose._ What if this should hit now, when all your projects have failed, Warner? |
| 37645 | _ Rose._ You are a sweet youth, sir, to use my lady so, when she depended on you; is this the faith of a valet de chambre? |
| 37645 | _ Say, say, shall we bear these bold mortals from hence?_ 2 Dev. |
| 37645 | _ Sir John and Mood._ How now, what''s the matter? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Are you acquainted with this honest man? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Ay, but is she fool enough? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ But does he say to the contrary? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ But what was the reason you came not after me? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ But why stools, my lord? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ But you love none besides him: Can you deny your affection to him? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ But, how shall I be sure''tis so? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Does she accept your service? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Dost thou think I shall get her aunt''s consent? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Friend, I am the man; what have you to say to me? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Friend, will you go along, and take part of a bad repast? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ From whom is your letter? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ From whom, I pr''ythee? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ How was it for his sake? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ I hope, sir, I have not offended you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Is her father''s name Moody, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Is she of town or country? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Is there no getting down? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Millisent, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Pr''ythee despatch; dost thou not know the contents on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ She and her father, said you, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ These are rogues, sir, I plainly perceive it; pray let me ask him one question-- Which way did you come home, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Well then, sweet mistress, if I get your friends''consent, shall I have yours? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Well, what''s the business on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Well, what''s your business, sirrah? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What answer did you make the villain? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What if Warner told me so? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What new device is this, trow? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What plot? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What tragedy? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What was the offence? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ What, do you make a mock on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Who set you on to tell this lie? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Why are you thus concerned? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Why, is she not honest? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Why, what''s the matter, man? |
| 37645 | _ Sir John._ Why? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ And have you no body to devise it on but my mistress, the very map of innocence? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Are we friends then? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ As how, dear cousin? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Ay, who set you on, sirrah? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ But are they to be married this day in private, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ But how could I know this? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ But pray, what were you to be arrested for? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ But what the devil have I done, to set you thus against me? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ But why so soon, and in private? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ D''ye see, the point''s ready? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Dear rogue, what is''t? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Didst thou dare to cast thy venom upon such a saint as Mrs Millisent, to traduce her virtue, and say it was adulterate? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Do''st thou think to carry it off at this rate, after such an injury? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Heigh, heigh, what makes my landlord here? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Honest landlord, i''faith, and what makes you here? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ How have I obliged you, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ How the devil camest thou to know on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Is he of your acquaintance? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Is it possible? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Is there so, sirrah? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Nay, but this is not all, dear Sir John? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Sometimes you have tongue enough; what, are you silent? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Sure you think to wheedle me; would you have me imagine you do not love her? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Sure you think you have to deal with a fool, cousin? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ That''s a good one, i''faith; your presence shall hinder me from beating my own servant? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Then why did my landlord disguise himself, to make a fool of us? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Trust him? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Warner, is there no hopes, Warner? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Was there ever such an affront put upon a man, to be beaten by his servant? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Well, I am a fool, if that will satisfy you: But what am I the nearer, for being one? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Well, sir, to do you service, d''ye see, I am an ass in a fair way; will that satisfy you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ What has the rascal told you? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ What if she be, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ What will become of us two now? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ What, not at Canterbury, in the Cathedral church there? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Which house do you mean to go to? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Why do you frown upon me so, when you know your looks go to the heart of me? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Why should not my brains be as fruitful as yours, or any man''s? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Why was not I worthy to keep your counsel then? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Why, how now, bully, in a brown study? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Will you hear my justification? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Will you let me damn my soul? |
| 37645 | _ Sir Mart._ Wilt thou not help me for this once? |
| 37645 | _ Steph._ I gave him brandy, and drunk sack myself: Wilt thou leave him, and thou shalt be my princess? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ But did he tell you so? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ Dost thou hurt my love? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ How wilt thou carry me thither? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ May I not have the other fine thing? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ My lord, shall I go meet''em? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ Shall I have thee in my arms? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ Shall we call? |
| 37645 | _ Syc._ Wert thou his god, and didst thou give him liquor? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ But you do not mean to tell him so, whom you love? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ Do you see those strangers, sister, that eye us so earnestly? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ Pr''ythee, dear Jacintha, tell me, what kind of creatures were those we saw yesterday at the audience? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ What does the fellow mean? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ Which of us is it, for whom you are concerned? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ Why, who should hinder it? |
| 37645 | _ Theo._ Your master an astrologer? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Do you hear, Ventoso? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Do you not hear him? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ He is a very hopeful monster.--Monster, what say''st thou, art thou content to turn civil and sober, as I am? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Here, master, what say you? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Is the anchor apeak? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Peace or war? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ The whole nation is up in arms, and shall I stand idle? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ This monster comes of a good- natured race.--Is there no more of thy kin in this island? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ What have we here, a man, or a fish? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ What subject, or what dominions? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ What''s that you will do? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ What, must our mouths be cold then? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Where are our guards? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Where is she? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Whom? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Why, what are you, sir; what are you? |
| 37645 | _ Trinc._ Wilt thou so, Madam Monster? |
| 37645 | _ Val._ And on what quicksands can your heart be thrown? |
| 37645 | _ Val._ Has then his hand more power with you than mine? |
| 37645 | _ Val._ Have I not yet deserved thee, now I die? |
| 37645 | _ Val._ Nay, good Placidius, now you are too hard: Would you do nothing but for mere reward? |
| 37645 | _ Val._ Who is this thief, that does my right possess? |
| 37645 | _ Vent._ Master, what have you saved? |
| 37645 | _ Vent._ Who took up arms first, the prince or the people? |
| 37645 | _ Vent._ You a viceroy? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ After my hearty salutations upon your backside, sir, may a man have leave to ask you, what news from the Mogul''s country? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ And did you perform all this, a''God''s name? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Are you there again, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ As how, my dear lady embassadress? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ But hold, Rose, there''s one considerable point omitted; what was his mother''s name? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ But to what end is all this preparation, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ But what was it? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ But will not this over- burden your memory, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Can you make a doubt on''t? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Come, sir, are you perfect in your lesson? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Do you come hither, with a lye, to get a father, Mr Anthony of East India? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Get you gone without replying: must such as you be prating? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ How''s this? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Madam, I hope you are not become indifferent to my master? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Now, the pox take you, sir, what do you mean? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Pray, sir, let me alone: What is it to you if I rail upon myself? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Pray, sir, remember yourself: did not you send me of a message to Sir John, that for his friendship you had left mistress Millisent? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Rose, where''s thy lady? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Shall I see the back of you? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Was there ever such a lucky rogue as I? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Well, it shall be done, madam; but where''s your father? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Well, what device can we two beget betwixt us, to separate Sir John Swallow and thy mistress? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What concernment can he have there? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What does he mean? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What the devil''s the matter w''ye? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What think you then of Mrs Christian here in the house? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What will become of me? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What''s your business? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What, is Rose split in two? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ What- a- goodjer is the matter, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ When did he see him last? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Where is it? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Where the devil is this master of mine? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Who, I his accomplice? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why do n''t you despatch, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why, could your ladyship suspect him guilty? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why, d''ye think he is not? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why, he does not know''twas me, I hope? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why, what''s the matter, sir? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Why, who says you have done any thing? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ Yet again, stupidity? |
| 37645 | _ Warn._ You are no ass then? |
| 37645 | _ What cares or pleasures can be in this isle? |
| 37645 | _ Where does the black fiend Ambition reside, With the mischievous devil of Pride?_ 2 Dev. |
| 37645 | _ Who are the chief leaders of the damned host?_ 3 Dev. |
| 37645 | _ Who are the pillars of the tyrants court?_ 2 Dev. |
| 37645 | _ Why shouldst thou stay?_ Ariel. |
| 37645 | _ Why shouldst thou stay?_ Ferd. |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ A Mussulwoman, say you? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ All this, I hope, gives you no ill character of the country? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ And art thou such an oaf to be vexed at this? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ And is this all your receipt? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ And she expects in return of it, that I should wait on her: I''ll do''t,--where lives she? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Are you sure then we have done loving? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Are you then a Mahometan? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ As, in the first place----_ Jac._ I''ll hear no grievances; where''s the money? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Ay, for you, but not for me: What, says he, must such Boracho''s as you take upon you to vilify a man of science? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ But what''s the reason you will not give it me? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ By a Hector of fourscore? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Did you speak with her woman? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Do you make no more esteem of a wit then? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Do you see their father? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Do you think it a reasonable thing to put on two disguises in a night, to tempt a man? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Do you think me a person to be so used? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ I have engaged my heart with so much zeal and true devotion to your divine beauty, that----_ Alon._ What means this cavalier? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Resist it? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Surfeit me madam? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Then what is a gentleman to hope from you? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ What a secret have you found out? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Why, are we quite, quite broke off? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ Why, madam, are you not of Spain? |
| 37645 | _ Wild._ You are not going? |
| 37645 | _ plucks up her veil.__ Aur._ How am I dressed to- night, Camilla? |
| 37645 | _ shakes his head, and frowns at him.__ Bel._ Do you see how you have provoked that English devil? |
| 37645 | a conjurer? |
| 37645 | a lover, and cautious? |
| 37645 | am I fallen into her ambush? |
| 37645 | am I master, or you, you rogue? |
| 37645 | and must I, For your sake, love him? |
| 37645 | and who may you thank for''t? |
| 37645 | and why the devil didst thou not tell me on''t? |
| 37645 | are you there again, i''faith? |
| 37645 | art thou so? |
| 37645 | but go back, and he shall eat me first: Fie, are you not ashamed to be so inquisitive? |
| 37645 | but what occasion brought you now to London? |
| 37645 | but''tis no matter; have you told any body? |
| 37645 | by astrology, sir? |
| 37645 | can you become inconstant? |
| 37645 | can you deny the declaration of your passion to me? |
| 37645 | can you, whom only I adore, Set open to your slave the prison- door? |
| 37645 | dead? |
| 37645 | did you knock the butt? |
| 37645 | did you not assure me, that Don Melchor''s tender and inclination was for me only? |
| 37645 | did you not see The man, whom I commanded you to shun? |
| 37645 | do you fight after the French fashion; take towns before you declare a war? |
| 37645 | do you hear? |
| 37645 | do you know what you are undertaking? |
| 37645 | do you love her, And would you have her too? |
| 37645 | do you stand neuter? |
| 37645 | do you think I''ll stain my honour to swallow a lie for you? |
| 37645 | do you think your master has not done wisely? |
| 37645 | do''st think I''m a sot? |
| 37645 | harmony again? |
| 37645 | have I found you out, sir? |
| 37645 | have I proposed him as a pattern to be imitated, whom, even for his impiety to his false gods, I have so severely punished? |
| 37645 | have you a mind to do yourself a courtesy, and me another? |
| 37645 | have you forgot what you said but now concerning Sir Martin and Mrs Millisent? |
| 37645 | have you no grain of sense left? |
| 37645 | heaven bless me, what makes your lordship here? |
| 37645 | how can you ever make me amends for this imputation? |
| 37645 | how didst thou scape? |
| 37645 | how long have you been come to town? |
| 37645 | how much in vain doth feeble art Endeavour to resist the will of heaven? |
| 37645 | in so short a time? |
| 37645 | in the air, or earth? |
| 37645 | is it permitted me to see You once again? |
| 37645 | is it you, my love, that have frighted Aurelia so terribly? |
| 37645 | is not that music in your house? |
| 37645 | is not virtue enough without O so? |
| 37645 | is nothing disordered in my head? |
| 37645 | is she so brave a lass? |
| 37645 | make love in her own tribe? |
| 37645 | miracles, the tricks of heaven to me? |
| 37645 | more dukes yet? |
| 37645 | my lord, how came this fit? |
| 37645 | no harbour near? |
| 37645 | of you, sir? |
| 37645 | or do I dream? |
| 37645 | or of the best way of rectification for a nativity? |
| 37645 | or was''t a blessing that we did? |
| 37645 | pr''ythee, what''s the matter? |
| 37645 | pray, are you sure on''t? |
| 37645 | quoth Apollo, what a devil have we here? |
| 37645 | retire; why do you walk this way? |
| 37645 | sluggish spirit, where art thou? |
| 37645 | that were a good jest, i''faith: but how comes your ladyship to suspect it? |
| 37645 | that''s another question: For if she be thus flippant in her water, what will she be in her wine? |
| 37645 | this amazes me; what can the meaning of it be? |
| 37645 | three upon one? |
| 37645 | to Beat._ Do you think he will not know us? |
| 37645 | to Cam._ Now, lady mine, what think you of my master? |
| 37645 | to Jac._ False, or true, madam? |
| 37645 | was I born to fear a tyrant''s hand? |
| 37645 | was he to blame? |
| 37645 | was that it? |
| 37645 | what a damned scanderbag rogue art thou, to talk at this rate? |
| 37645 | what a pox, d''ye think I have no sense of honour? |
| 37645 | what a thing was this? |
| 37645 | what amazing objects do we see? |
| 37645 | what care these roarers for the name of duke? |
| 37645 | what cavaliers are those which were talking by you? |
| 37645 | what does he mean to do? |
| 37645 | what foul play had we, that We hither came? |
| 37645 | what have I done? |
| 37645 | what have you seen of the world, sir? |
| 37645 | what hope can there be left for me, When I must sink into the mine I see? |
| 37645 | what horrid vision''s this? |
| 37645 | what is it he can see in me worthy of that honour? |
| 37645 | what makes this rascal here? |
| 37645 | what mean you? |
| 37645 | what new wonder''s this? |
| 37645 | what noise is that within? |
| 37645 | what shall I say? |
| 37645 | what the devil are you? |
| 37645 | what trouble Was I then to you? |
| 37645 | what was it, Warner? |
| 37645 | what wert thou, if The duke of Savoy heard thee? |
| 37645 | what will become of me now? |
| 37645 | what words are these I heard, Yet can not see who spoke''em? |
| 37645 | what would this carrier have? |
| 37645 | what''s that to you, sir? |
| 37645 | what''s that? |
| 37645 | what''s that? |
| 37645 | what''s your business to follow us? |
| 37645 | what, did you think to''scape the hand of justice? |
| 37645 | what, dost thou think I have been bred in the deserts of Africa, or among the savages of America? |
| 37645 | what, no man answer? |
| 37645 | where are ye? |
| 37645 | where do you think you left them? |
| 37645 | where? |
| 37645 | who have we here? |
| 37645 | who is this with you? |
| 37645 | who shall make us? |
| 37645 | who should I be afraid of? |
| 37645 | why all these preambles? |
| 37645 | why are you not Berenice still? |
| 37645 | why do you hold me? |
| 37645 | why should you think me such a sot? |
| 37645 | why, are you offended, sir? |
| 37645 | why, who uses to be the fool? |
| 37645 | why, you impudent varlet, do you think to''scape us with a lye? |
| 37645 | will not he overhear it? |
| 37645 | wilt thou let him, my lord? |
| 37645 | wilt thou not speak to me? |
| 37645 | would you two have all the carnival to yourselves? |
| 37645 | you are not mad? |
| 37645 | you do not think me mercenary? |
| 37645 | you have received no harm, I hope? |
| 37645 | you hurt me, can you be so cruel? |
| 37645 | your two daughters and your niece----_ Bel._ They are gone; he knows it:--But are you mad, sir, to set this pernicious wretch at liberty? |
| 16456 | & c._ Tor._ O Leonora, what can love do more? |
| 16456 | ''Tis adoration, some say, makes a god: And who should pay it, where would be their altars, Were no inferior creatures here on earth? |
| 16456 | ''Tis true, the gods might send this plague among you, Because a stranger ruled; but what of that? |
| 16456 | ''twas OEdipus: Who stains my bed with incest? |
| 16456 | ( Else why this curse on Thebes?) |
| 16456 | A servant, or one of the royal blood? |
| 16456 | Alas, what are we doing? |
| 16456 | Am I a christian? |
| 16456 | Am I a man? |
| 16456 | Am I excluded from my own fortress; and by the way of barricado? |
| 16456 | Am I obliged by that to assist his rapines, And to maintain his murders? |
| 16456 | Am I to dance attendance at the door, as if I were some base plebeian groom? |
| 16456 | And at a playhouse price too? |
| 16456 | And behind his Chariot, sit the three who were murdered with him.__ Ghost of Laius._ Why hast thou drawn me from my pain below, To suffer worse above? |
| 16456 | And dare you, A private man, presume to love a queen? |
| 16456 | And how does the dear Battist[8]? |
| 16456 | And shall this man, this Hermes, this Apollo, Sit lag of Ajax''table, almost minstrel, And with his presence grace a brainless feast? |
| 16456 | And tell me on thy life, say, dost thou know him? |
| 16456 | And was not I in Thebes when fate attacked him? |
| 16456 | And where are now Your oracles, that called me parricide? |
| 16456 | And whither would this rapture? |
| 16456 | And why, O why Dost thou betray the secrets of thy friend? |
| 16456 | And will it wake him to the answer, think you? |
| 16456 | And with what face should I look upon my keeper after it? |
| 16456 | Answer me, if this be done?__ All Pr.__''Tis done.__ Tir.__ Is the sacrifice made fit? |
| 16456 | Answer me, if this be done?__ All Pr.__''Tis done.__ Tir.__ Is the sacrifice made fit? |
| 16456 | Are fears and reasons fit to be considered, When a king''s fame is questioned? |
| 16456 | Are not Achilles and dull Ajax friends? |
| 16456 | Are these the obligations of my friends? |
| 16456 | Are they all deaf; or have the giants heaven? |
| 16456 | Are you a man, and suffer this? |
| 16456 | Are you sure it''s safe, and not scandalous? |
| 16456 | Art thou of blood and honour? |
| 16456 | As freely tell me, of what honour was This Cressida in Troy? |
| 16456 | As if the proofs of all thy former falsehood Were not enough convincing, com''st thou now To beg my rival''s life? |
| 16456 | Ask''st thou who murdered me? |
| 16456 | But I hear there''s another lady in the house, my landlady''s fair daughter; how came you to leave her out of your catalogue? |
| 16456 | But did I ever think thou couldst have been so unkind to have parted with me? |
| 16456 | But for Adrastus''death,--good Gods, his death!-- What curse shall I invent? |
| 16456 | But see, he breathes again, And vigorous nature breaks through opposition.-- How fares my royal friend? |
| 16456 | But speak, O tell me what so mighty joy Is this thou bring''st, which so transports Jocasta? |
| 16456 | But that the tempest of my joy may rise By just degrees, and hit at last the stars, Say, how, how died he? |
| 16456 | But what was his business here? |
| 16456 | But where''s the glory of thy former acts? |
| 16456 | But where, from whom, Or how must I atone it? |
| 16456 | But who is that same fellow there? |
| 16456 | Call you these peals of thunder, but the yawn Of bellowing clouds? |
| 16456 | Can I redress it now? |
| 16456 | Can I sooth tyranny? |
| 16456 | Can I sooth tyranny? |
| 16456 | Can he not punish me, but he must hate? |
| 16456 | Can not I do a mischief for myself, But he must thank me for''t? |
| 16456 | Can that plebeian vice Of lying mount to kings? |
| 16456 | Can they be tainted? |
| 16456 | Can you wish it, to be mine no more? |
| 16456 | Cavalier!--will you not hear me? |
| 16456 | Com''st thou to give the last stab to my heart? |
| 16456 | Come then, since destiny thus drives us on, Let us know the bottom.--Hæmon, you I sent; Where is that Phorbas? |
| 16456 | Come you to bring me news of Priam''s death, Or Hecuba''s? |
| 16456 | Come, are you edified? |
| 16456 | Come, begin; what''s Agamemnon? |
| 16456 | Come, what''s Nestor? |
| 16456 | Could you then leave your lord, your prince, your king, After so bravely having fought his cause, To perish by the hand of this base villain? |
| 16456 | Creon, didst thou call me? |
| 16456 | Did ever day or night shew aught like this? |
| 16456 | Didst thou e''er see him? |
| 16456 | Didst thou not hear a voice? |
| 16456 | Do I rebel, when I would thrust it out? |
| 16456 | Do you enter into it? |
| 16456 | Do you know that I am lady of the manor; and that all wefts and strays belong to me? |
| 16456 | Do you not see how grossly she abuses you? |
| 16456 | Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than me? |
| 16456 | Do you see, Seignior? |
| 16456 | Do you think the friar left us together to tell beads? |
| 16456 | Does he put on holy garments, for a cover- shame of lewdness? |
| 16456 | Does this become the purity of my house? |
| 16456 | Donna Elvira? |
| 16456 | Dost thou think I''ll sell myself? |
| 16456 | Et Delphes malgré nous conduit nos actions Au plus bizarre effet de ses predictions? |
| 16456 | For my part, I came in late.--What should he do here? |
| 16456 | Forbear this search, I''ll think you more than mortal; Will you yet hear me? |
| 16456 | Free quarters for a regiment of red- coat locusts? |
| 16456 | Gods, answer; is there any mean? |
| 16456 | Has affliction wrought upon you? |
| 16456 | Has not slept to- night? |
| 16456 | Has the king resolved to gratify That traitor Calchas, who forsook his country, And turned to them, by giving up this pledge? |
| 16456 | Hast thou any thing to say against the honesty of that house? |
| 16456 | Have I heaped on my person, crown, and state, To load the scale, and weighed myself with earth, For you to spurn the balance? |
| 16456 | Have I refused their blood, to mix with yours, And raise new kings from so obscure a race, Fate scarce knew where to find them, when I called? |
| 16456 | Have I, a queen, Past by my fellow- rulers of the world, Whose vying crowns lay glittering in my way, As if the world were paved with diadems? |
| 16456 | Have we not searched The womb of heaven, examined all the entrails Of birds and beasts, and tired the prophet''s art? |
| 16456 | Have you forgot I took an infant from you, Doomed to be murdered in that gloomy vale? |
| 16456 | Have you forgot, too, how you wept, and begged That I should breed him up, and ask no more? |
| 16456 | Have you had never a business since his death? |
| 16456 | Have you heard lately from my son? |
| 16456 | Have you no right in Hector, as a wife? |
| 16456 | Have you not sworn before the gods to serve And to obey this OEdipus, your king By public voice elected? |
| 16456 | Have you striven with all your might against this frailty? |
| 16456 | He advanced with more assurance, and took her fair hands: was he not too bold, madam? |
| 16456 | He charges me-- but why accuse I him? |
| 16456 | He draws the best bow in all Troy; he hits you to a span twelve- score level:--who said he came home hurt to- day? |
| 16456 | He preaches against sin; why? |
| 16456 | He takes pains enough, on conscience, for his cuckoldom; and, by my troth, has earned it fairly.--But, may a man venture upon your promise? |
| 16456 | Hear you, maid, hear you; where''s my cousin Cressida? |
| 16456 | Here, will you take me at my word? |
| 16456 | Honest Venus was a punk; would she have parted lovers? |
| 16456 | How can I be too grateful to the father Of such a son as Torrismond? |
| 16456 | How could my tongue conspire against my heart, To say I loved him not? |
| 16456 | How darest thou stand the fury of the gods? |
| 16456 | How do you say I came by it, father Aldo? |
| 16456 | How fares my love? |
| 16456 | How go matters on your side of the country? |
| 16456 | How much shall I offer him, Pug? |
| 16456 | How near our army? |
| 16456 | How now, Thersites, what''s the matter, man? |
| 16456 | How old are you, Prue? |
| 16456 | How pass you your time in this noble family? |
| 16456 | How say''st thou, my Lorenzo? |
| 16456 | How sits my_ chedreux_? |
| 16456 | How stand thy affections to her, thou lusty rogue? |
| 16456 | How were your thoughts employed? |
| 16456 | How, madam, were your thoughts employed? |
| 16456 | I charge thee answer To what I shall enquire: Wert thou not once The servant to king Laius here in Thebes? |
| 16456 | I have been unlawfully labouring at hard duty; but a parson has soldered up the matter: Thank your worship, Mr Woodall-- How? |
| 16456 | I hope, you would not offer violence to me? |
| 16456 | I never durst be in a plot: Why, how can you in conscience suspect a rich citizen of so much wit as to make a plotter? |
| 16456 | I remember the lines of that hide- bound face: Does he lodge here? |
| 16456 | I see you set so high, As no desert or services can reach.-- Good heavens, why gave you me a monarch''s soul, And crusted it with base plebeian clay? |
| 16456 | I was with prince Paris this morning, to make your excuse at night for not supping at court; and I found him-- faith, how do you think I found him? |
| 16456 | If Ajax or Achilles fell beneath Your thundering arm, would all the rest depart? |
| 16456 | If I am--_ Leo._ No more, lest I should chide you for your stay: Where have you been? |
| 16456 | If I could fly, what could I suffer worse, Secure of greater ills? |
| 16456 | If that the glow- worm light of human reason Might dare to offer at immortal knowledge, And cope with gods, why all this storm of nature? |
| 16456 | In horrid form, they rank themselves before me;-- What shall I call this medley of creation? |
| 16456 | Is he not dead? |
| 16456 | Is it not a brave man that? |
| 16456 | Is it not a brave man, niece? |
| 16456 | Is it not admirable? |
| 16456 | Is not my word as good as yours? |
| 16456 | Is not that country ours? |
| 16456 | Is the office well provided? |
| 16456 | Is the queen stirring yet? |
| 16456 | Is there a fault in us? |
| 16456 | Is there a prince before her? |
| 16456 | Is this pious boarding- house a place for me, thou wicked varlet? |
| 16456 | Is this the lady of the house? |
| 16456 | Is''t thy wish Eurydice should fall before thee? |
| 16456 | It goes to my heart, that this wicked fellow--_ Wood._ How''s that, sir? |
| 16456 | Jocasta? |
| 16456 | Let me think a moment:--Mrs Saintly is abroad, and can not discover you: have any of the servants seen you? |
| 16456 | Mrs Overdon, how much have you made of Prue, since she has been man''s meat? |
| 16456 | My settlement will miscarry, if you are found here: What shall we do? |
| 16456 | Named you the queen, my lord? |
| 16456 | Need I inform you,''tis for Torrismond, That all this grace is shown? |
| 16456 | None to bring news? |
| 16456 | Nothing do you call it? |
| 16456 | Now, sir, who proves the traitor? |
| 16456 | Now, where are the successors to my name? |
| 16456 | O he''s a bitter man; but we''ll join our forces; ah, shall we, colonel? |
| 16456 | O, where was then The power, that guards the sacred lives of kings? |
| 16456 | O, where''s my Troilus? |
| 16456 | Of what am I afraid, then? |
| 16456 | Of what church are you? |
| 16456 | Oh sweet,--oh sweet-- O-- what, not come, and I her uncle? |
| 16456 | Oh, can you yet believe, that I am true? |
| 16456 | On what occasion are you transformed? |
| 16456 | One man amongst the Greeks? |
| 16456 | Or comest thou in the grave to reap new pleasures? |
| 16456 | Or is it but the work of melancholy? |
| 16456 | Or is''t a change of death? |
| 16456 | Or shall he be cast out to banishment? |
| 16456 | Or when supremacy of kings is shaken, What can succeed? |
| 16456 | Or, are we succoured? |
| 16456 | Please you to sit? |
| 16456 | Pr''ythee, why shouldest thou discourage fornication, when thou knowest thou lovest a sweet young girl? |
| 16456 | Queens may be loved, And so may gods; else why are altars raised? |
| 16456 | Remember me!--speak, Raymond, will you let him? |
| 16456 | Say what, if you dare now?--My lord, have I brought her to do ill? |
| 16456 | Say, which way wilt thou go? |
| 16456 | Shall Ajax go to him? |
| 16456 | Shall I call her false? |
| 16456 | Shall I go publish, Hector dares not fight, Because a madman dreamt he talked with Jove? |
| 16456 | Shall I, the lord and master of your life, become subservient; and the noble name of husband be dishonoured? |
| 16456 | Shall he remember Leonora''s love, And shed a parting tear to her misfortunes? |
| 16456 | Shall justice turn her edge within your hand? |
| 16456 | Shall that proud man Be worshipped by a greater than himself, One, whom we hold our idol? |
| 16456 | Shall we therefore banish all characters of villainy? |
| 16456 | Shame''s a baby; swear the oaths now to her, that you swore to me: What, are you gone again? |
| 16456 | Slaves, My sword!--What, Hæmon, dar''st thou, villain, stop me? |
| 16456 | So old, and yet so wicked,--Lie for gain? |
| 16456 | Speak then, who is your lawful king? |
| 16456 | Speak, then, who was it? |
| 16456 | Tell me, sweet uncle, what''s the matter? |
| 16456 | The priesthood grossly cheat us with free- will: Will to do what-- but what heaven first decreed? |
| 16456 | Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou? |
| 16456 | Then tell me, pr''ythee, what''s thyself? |
| 16456 | Then where are those weak rivals of the main? |
| 16456 | This holy sire, who presses you with oaths, Forgets your first; were you not sworn before To Laius and his blood? |
| 16456 | This jacobin, whom I have sent to, is her confessor; and who can suspect a man of such reverence for a pimp? |
| 16456 | This morning I met your mistress''s father, Mr you know who--_ Wood._ Mr who, sir? |
| 16456 | This murder was on Laius''person done, Where three ways meet? |
| 16456 | Those teeming vines that tempt our longing eyes, Shall we behold them? |
| 16456 | Thou prince of the herd, what hast thou to do with laughing? |
| 16456 | To me declare him so? |
| 16456 | To raise new plagues, and call new vengeance down, Why did you tempt the gods, and dare to touch me? |
| 16456 | To what have you reserved me? |
| 16456 | Turn to him, daughter: Speak to her, son: Why should you be so refractory both, to bring my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave? |
| 16456 | Two more young women besides yourself, and both handsome? |
| 16456 | Was Hector armed, and gone ere ye came? |
| 16456 | Was it his youth, his valour, or success? |
| 16456 | Was it nothing, do you think, to be so near a happiness, with violent desires, and to be delayed? |
| 16456 | Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, So great as Asia''s monarch, in a scale Of common ounces thus? |
| 16456 | Well, if I had not the gift of continency, what might become of me? |
| 16456 | What are become of those two timber logs, that he used to wear for legs, that stood strutting like the two black posts before a door? |
| 16456 | What boldness brings you back again? |
| 16456 | What bring they to fill out a poet''s fame? |
| 16456 | What could the god see in a brain- sick priest, That he should sooner talk to him than me? |
| 16456 | What courage in our soldiers? |
| 16456 | What do I among them? |
| 16456 | What dreadful deed has mad Jocasta done? |
| 16456 | What exercise of patience have you here? |
| 16456 | What find you in my crown to be contemned; Or in my person loathed? |
| 16456 | What game have you in hand, that you hunt in couples? |
| 16456 | What hinders now, but that the holy priest In secret join our mutual vows? |
| 16456 | What hope? |
| 16456 | What if he has some impediment one way? |
| 16456 | What learn our youth abroad, but to refine The homely vices of their native land? |
| 16456 | What makes he in our territories? |
| 16456 | What makes this blind prophetic fool abroad? |
| 16456 | What means this melancholy light, that seems The gloom of glowing embers? |
| 16456 | What means this speechless sorrow, downcast eyes, And lifted hands? |
| 16456 | What news with you so early? |
| 16456 | What news, Æneas, from the field to- day? |
| 16456 | What say you, sir? |
| 16456 | What shall we do? |
| 16456 | What should I say? |
| 16456 | What the devil would you be at, madam? |
| 16456 | What the devil''s in you, daughter? |
| 16456 | What then art thou; and what is Troilus? |
| 16456 | What then remains, but that I find Tiresias, Who, with his wisdom, may allay those furies, That haunt his gloomy soul? |
| 16456 | What think you, little Judith? |
| 16456 | What was the reason that I found you upon your knees, in that unseemly posture? |
| 16456 | What will Astyanax be? |
| 16456 | What will the ungodly say? |
| 16456 | What would you have me say? |
| 16456 | What''s here to do? |
| 16456 | What''s life to him, who has no use of life? |
| 16456 | What''s the matter? |
| 16456 | What''s the matter? |
| 16456 | What''s the meaning of this new commotion? |
| 16456 | What, if he did not all the ill he could? |
| 16456 | What, may not a man come by you, to look upon his own goods and chattels, in his own chamber? |
| 16456 | What, shall I think the world was made for one, And men are born for kings, as beasts for men, Not for protection, but to be devoured? |
| 16456 | What, upon the_ Tan ta ra_, by yourself? |
| 16456 | What? |
| 16456 | When comes Troilus? |
| 16456 | When had you a business last? |
| 16456 | When murder''s out, what vice can we advance? |
| 16456 | When were you at court? |
| 16456 | When will the bright nymph appear? |
| 16456 | Where are we? |
| 16456 | Where''s Achilles? |
| 16456 | Which of the family of Laius gave it? |
| 16456 | Who am I? |
| 16456 | Who have we yonder? |
| 16456 | Who shall defend the promise of his youth, And make it bear in manhood? |
| 16456 | Who shall instruct his tenderness in arms, Or give his childhood lessons of the war? |
| 16456 | Who was here? |
| 16456 | Why breaks yon dark and dusky orb away? |
| 16456 | Why do the rocks split, and why rolls the sea? |
| 16456 | Why dost thou turn thy face? |
| 16456 | Why from the bleeding womb of monstrous night, Burst forth such myriads of abortive stars? |
| 16456 | Why gave you me desires of such extent, And such a span to grasp them? |
| 16456 | Why have not I done these? |
| 16456 | Why is it mentioned now? |
| 16456 | Why rather rush you not at once together All to his ruin? |
| 16456 | Why shines the sun, but that he may be viewed? |
| 16456 | Why slept the lightning and the thunder- bolts, Or bent their idle rage on fields and trees, When vengeance called them here? |
| 16456 | Why stand''st thou here, impostor? |
| 16456 | Why those portents in heaven, and plagues on earth? |
| 16456 | Why was not I the twentieth by descent From a long restive race of droning kings? |
| 16456 | Why will you fall in so abhorred a cause? |
| 16456 | Why would you not confess it before, Judith? |
| 16456 | Why yon gigantic forms, ethereal monsters? |
| 16456 | Why, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself to my table so many meals? |
| 16456 | Will you leave your troping, and let me pass? |
| 16456 | Will you not let me take my last farewell Of those dear babes? |
| 16456 | Will you not show him? |
| 16456 | Will your lordship give me leave to speak out at last? |
| 16456 | Wilt thou give me leave to call thee son? |
| 16456 | Wilt thou not believe us? |
| 16456 | With a globe in one hand, and a sceptre in t''other? |
| 16456 | With that I burst into a flood of tears, And asked him how I had offended him? |
| 16456 | Woodall is your name? |
| 16456 | Would Agamemnon, or his injured brother, Set sail for this? |
| 16456 | Would you beat a ground for game in the afternoon, when my lord mayor''s pack had been before you in the morning? |
| 16456 | Yet what avails? |
| 16456 | You both are mad; is this like gallant men, To fight at midnight; at the murderer''s hour; When only guilt and rapine draw a sword? |
| 16456 | You have him under black and white, I hope? |
| 16456 | You needs must think, There''s some more powerful cause than loyalty: Will you not speak, to save a lady''s blush? |
| 16456 | You see this fellow? |
| 16456 | You will not rack an innocent old man? |
| 16456 | You''ll watch, Judith? |
| 16456 | Your jealousy shall have no course through me, though potentates and princes--_ Limb._ Pr''ythee, what have we to do with potentates and princes? |
| 16456 | [ CREON_ comes forward.__ Cre._ O, sacred sir, my royal lord--_ OEdip._ What now? |
| 16456 | [ DOMINICK_ offers to go by him, but t''other stands before him.__ Dom._ Indisposed, say you? |
| 16456 | [_ A retreat sounded._ Hark, they are returning from the field; shall we stay and see them as they come by, sweet niece? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside._ How now? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside._] Now, Madam Cynthia, behind a cloud, your will and pleasure with me? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside._]--May I presume To speak, and to complain? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside._]--There''tis again-- Hold, hold; pray let me see it once more: a mistress, said you? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Alph._ Well-- but all this while, who is this colonel Hernando? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Dom._ Daughter, daughter, do you remember your matrimonial vow? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Gom._ Why does he not speak? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Leo._ And yet, what need I blush at such a choice? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Leo._ Now, to you, Raymond: can you guess no reason Why I repose such confidence in you? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside.__ Troil._(_ returning._) What prisoner have you there? |
| 16456 | [_ Aside_] She means, of what religion are you? |
| 16456 | [_ Attempts to pass.__ Brain._ Why in such haste? |
| 16456 | [_ Dies.__ OEdip._ Speak, Hæmon; what has fate been doing there? |
| 16456 | [_ Drinks.__ Lor._ Is it to your palate, father? |
| 16456 | [_ Embracing him._ O what, what recompence can glory make? |
| 16456 | [_ Exeunt Attendants._ Or is there aught else yet remains to do, That can atone thee? |
| 16456 | [_ Exeunt Soldiers.__ Dom._ What was''t you ordered them? |
| 16456 | [_ Exit.__ Enter_ GOMEZ, ELVIRA, DOMINICK,_ with Officers, to make the Stage as full as possible.__ Ped._ Why, how now, Gomez? |
| 16456 | [_ Exit.__ Leo._ He''s gone, and I am lost; did''st thou not see His sullen eyes? |
| 16456 | [_ Exit.__ Pleas._ Why should my mother be so inquisitive about this lodger? |
| 16456 | [_ Gives him a Letter.__ Dom._ Who? |
| 16456 | [_ Going again.__ Leo._ O, Torrismond, if you resolve my death, You need no more, but to go hence again; Will you not speak? |
| 16456 | [_ Going.__ Enter_ TRICKSY,_ with a box of writings.__ Trick._ What, wandering up and down, as if you wanted an owner? |
| 16456 | [_ Laughs.__ Brain._ What has she confessed? |
| 16456 | [_ Leads them out.__ Enter at one Door_ ÆNEAS,_ with a Torch; at another,_ HECTOR_ and_ DIOMEDE,_ with Torches.__ Hect._ So ho, who goes there? |
| 16456 | [_ Noise within._ Hark, what noise is that within, about Judith''s bed? |
| 16456 | [_ Sings._] Is it not very fine? |
| 16456 | [_ Sings.__ My Phillis is charming--__ Limb._ But why, of all names, would you chuse a Phillis? |
| 16456 | [_ They retire all three to a corner of the stage;_ DOMINICK_ goes to the door where_ GOMEZ_ stands.__ Dom._ Good even, Gomez; how does your wife? |
| 16456 | [_ To Lorenzo._] How many of the enemy are slain? |
| 16456 | [_ To Ped._] Now, colonel, have you disposed your men, That you stand idle here? |
| 16456 | [_ To her._] If he be still within, madam,( you know my meaning?) |
| 16456 | [_ To him._] Have I not managed my contrivance well, To try your love, and make you doubt of mine? |
| 16456 | [_ Trumpet sounds.__ OEdip._ What mean those trumpets? |
| 16456 | [_ Turns to_ PEDRO_ again.__ Alph._ How far did you pursue them? |
| 16456 | [_ Vanish with thunder.__ OEdip._ What wouldst thou have? |
| 16456 | [_ Whisper again.__ Alph._ When will he make his entry? |
| 16456 | _ 1 Cit._ Who''s that would be heard? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ A maiden battle? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Am I poor of late? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Do''st thou entreat me, Hector? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ From whence, fragment? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ How now, thou core of envy, Thou crusty batch of nature, what''s the news? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Pr''ythee, say how he behaves himself? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Shall Ajax fight with Hector? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Tell me, ye heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ What mean these fellows? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ What, comes the general to speak with me? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Who''s there, Thersites? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? |
| 16456 | _ Achil._ to_ Ajax._ You do not mean yourself, sure? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ Ah, traitor, dost thou shun me? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ Darest thou say this to me? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ Instruct me, gods, what shall Adrastus do? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ Let me consider-- did I murder Laius, Thus, like a villain? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ O, I charge thee hold!-- Hence from my presence, all; he''s not my friend That disobeys.--See, art thou now appeased? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ What would''st thou, hell- hound? |
| 16456 | _ Adr._ Why then there''s one day less for human ills; And who would moan himself, for suffering that, Which in a day must pass? |
| 16456 | _ Again._ Where''s Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ As how, Ulysses? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ Now, Nestor, what''s the news? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ The nature of this sickness found, inform us From whence it draws its birth? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ What says Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ What''s his excuse? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ Where''s great Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Agam._ Which way would Hector have it? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ Do you think so? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ How now, Patroclus? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ Is he so much? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ Shall I call you father? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ What''s he more than another? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ Why should a man be proud? |
| 16456 | _ Ajax._ You said he knew his man; is there but one? |
| 16456 | _ Alc._ Try promises and threats, and if all fail, Since hell''s broke loose, why should not you be mad? |
| 16456 | _ Alc._ When did OEdipus salute you by that familiar name? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ And will you have that dreadful oath lie gnawing on your conscience? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ But hold a little; I had forgot one point: I hope you are not married, nor engaged? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ But how came you by this letter, son Woodall? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Come, son Limberham, we let our friend Brainsick walk too long alone: Shall we follow him? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Daughter Tricksy, are you there, child? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Do I dote? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ How now, sirrah? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ How now, son Limberham? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ I must set a face of authority on the matter, for my credit.--Pray, who am I? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Known whom? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ What''s the matter trow? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ What? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Why son, why daughter, why Mrs Saintly; are you all mad? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Why, what is the matter, daughter Hackney? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Would I lie to my friend? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._ Your man told me, you were just returned from travel: What parts have you last visited? |
| 16456 | _ Aldo._[_ Aside._] I thought as much; he has me already!--But pray, sir, why this ceremony amongst friends? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ Had this colonel any former design upon your wife? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ How, rebel, art thou there? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ Pedro?--how goes the night? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ Well, what have you to say against your wife, Gomez? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ What colonel? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ What means this pause? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ When saw you my Lorenzo? |
| 16456 | _ Alph._ Who knows which way she points? |
| 16456 | _ Andr._ Did you, my lord? |
| 16456 | _ Andro._ There spoke a woman; pardon, royal sir; Has he not met a thousand lifted swords Of thick- ranked Grecians, and shall one affright him? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._ For him she loves? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._ If princes not protect their ministers, What man will dare to serve them? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._ Then, was it but a trial? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._ Thought of the queen, perhaps? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._ What business, madam? |
| 16456 | _ Bert._[_ Aside._] Shall I upbraid her? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ And what''s his name? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ But why this intrigue in my wife''s chamber? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ But, why Mr Saintly? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ Content.--Come hither, lady mine: Whose lodgings are these? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ Do you know his friends, father Aldo? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ Now are you satisfied? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ What''s the matter, gentlewoman? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ What, am I become your drudge? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ What, have you beheld the Gorgon''s head on either side? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ Who shall be judge? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ Will you never stand corrected, Mrs Pleasance? |
| 16456 | _ Brain._ You would not venture a wager of ten pounds, that you are not mistaken? |
| 16456 | _ Brain.__ Morbleu!_ will you not give me leave? |
| 16456 | _ Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing, if love were away? |
| 16456 | _ Cre._ Am I to blame, if nature threw my body In so perverse a mould? |
| 16456 | _ Cre._ Goes it there? |
| 16456 | _ Cre._ Why not then? |
| 16456 | _ Cre._ Why, doubt you I''m a man? |
| 16456 | _ Cre._ You do ill, madam, To let your head- long love triumph o''er nature: Dare you defend your father''s murderer? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ And is it true, that I must go from Troy? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ And whither go they? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Be true, again? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Can Helenus fight, uncle? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, tell me what''s the matter? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord-- What have I blabbed? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Has he been fighting then? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Have the gods envy? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ How can I answer this to love and Troilus? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ How now? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ My lord Æneas, who were those went by? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Remember? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Were those with swords? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ What have we gained by this one minute more? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ What then remains? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ What, and from Troilus too? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ What, not an hour allowed for taking leave? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ What, was he struck down too? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Where is he? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Who''s that black man, uncle? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Why sigh you so? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._ Wished, my lord!--The gods grant!--O, my lord--_ Troil._ What should they grant? |
| 16456 | _ Cres._[_ Knock within._] Who''s that at door? |
| 16456 | _ Cress._ Are you my uncle, and can give this counsel to your own brother''s daughter? |
| 16456 | _ Cress._ Or, what think you of a hurt bird, that flutters about with a broken wing? |
| 16456 | _ Cress._ What a deluge of words do you pour out, uncle, to say just nothing? |
| 16456 | _ Cress._ Where is this monster to be shown? |
| 16456 | _ Dioc._ Are you content, Creon should be your king? |
| 16456 | _ Dioc._ How are you traitors, countrymen of Thebes? |
| 16456 | _ Dioc._ What mean you by these words? |
| 16456 | _ Diom._ But will you then? |
| 16456 | _ Diom._ How now, my charge? |
| 16456 | _ Diom._ Where shall we meet? |
| 16456 | _ Diom._ Whose was''t? |
| 16456 | _ Diom._ Will you remember? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ And what will become of me then? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Art thou an infidel? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Hold your peace; are you growing malapert? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ How dar''st thou reproach the tribe of Levi? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ How, fifty pieces? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Nay, if you compel me, there''s no contending; but, will you set your strength against a decrepit, poor, old man? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Pray, how long has she been sick? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Son of a what, Don Gomez? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ That must not be; not a farthing more, upon my priesthood.--But what may be the purport and meaning of this letter? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ What colonel do you mean, Gomez? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ What have you gotten there under your arm, daughter? |
| 16456 | _ Dom._ Where is this naughty couple? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ Ay, and my colonel too, father:--I am overjoyed!--and are you then acquainted with him? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ Do you consider the hazard I have run to see you here? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ No, I need not; he describes himself sufficiently: but, in what dream did I do this? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ Was it such a crime to inquire how the battle passed? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ What a terrible similitude have you made, colonel, to shew that you are inclining to the wars? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ When comes my share of the reckoning to be called for? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._ Why do you make such haste to have done loving me? |
| 16456 | _ Elv._[_ Crying._] But was ever poor innocent creature so hardly dealt with, for a little harmless chat? |
| 16456 | _ Enter Mrs_ BRAINSICK,_ running.__ Mrs Brain._ Oh dear Mr Woodall, what shall I do? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ ACHILLES_ and Myrmidons.__ Achill._ Which way went Hector? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ ELVIRA_ with a casket.__ Elv._ Am I come at last into your arms? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ JOCASTA,_ attended by Women.__ Joc._ At your devotions? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ JUDITH,_ trembling._ What villain have you hid within? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ JUDITH_ again, hastily._ How now? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ PANDARUS_ and_ CRESSIDA_ meeting.__ Pand._ Is''t possible? |
| 16456 | _ Enter_ TROILUS_ passing over.__ Cres._ What sneaking fellow comes yonder? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ Can I be so to one, who has accused me Of murder and of parricide? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ Must I be this thin being? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ The means? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ Then death must be his recompence for love? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ Thou, who usurp''st the sacred name of conscience, Did not thy own declare him innocent? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ What''s now thy conscience? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ What, in the midst of horror? |
| 16456 | _ Eur._ Yes; for her Adrastus: For death shall ne''er divide us: Death? |
| 16456 | _ Gerv._ Are you disposed yet to receive good counsel? |
| 16456 | _ Gerv._ When will Giles, with his honesty, come to this? |
| 16456 | _ Gerv._ Who should it be, but Limberham? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ And that casket under your arm, for what end and purpose? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ And why did you shriek out, gentlewoman? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Ay, you are always at hand to do me a courtesy, with your eagle''s feet, and your tiger''s wings.--And what were you here for, friar? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ How? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ How? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ O, colonel are you there?--and you, friar? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Was ever man thus priest- ridden? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ What the devil have I said?--You would have farther information, would you? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Where are you, gentlewoman? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Who? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Why, a son of a church; I hope there''s no harm in that, father? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Why, am not I a friend, then, to help thee out? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._ Why, what will you have me say? |
| 16456 | _ Gom._[_ Aside._] I am dead, I am buried, I am damned.--Go on, colonel; have you no other marks of her? |
| 16456 | _ Hack._ O, madam Termagant, are you here? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Am I but thy brother? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Can you think Of that one thing, which most could urge your anger, Drive you to madness, plunge you in despair, And make you hate even me? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Did you, my lord? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Does it start you? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ I would say so indeed; for, can you find A fate more glorious than to be that victim? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Is not my brother Troilus here? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Is this Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Nor grieve beyond a man? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ She shall not? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Speak that again,-- For I could hear it ever,--saidst thou not, That if thou hadst a joy beyond that love, It was a friend? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Thou art a Greek; art thou a match for Hector? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ Upon what errand? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ What should the gods forbid? |
| 16456 | _ Hect._ What would''st thou more? |
| 16456 | _ Hictius doctius!_ what''s here to do? |
| 16456 | _ Hæm._ Is''t possible you should be ignorant Of what has happened to the desperate king? |
| 16456 | _ Hæm._ What mean you, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ Are then my blessings turned into a curse? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ He shall-- yet have I leave to ask you why? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ Mean you the murder? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ Was that a raven''s croak, or my son''s voice? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ What means that thought? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ What new disturbance? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ What trade? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ Why are you thus disturbed? |
| 16456 | _ Joc._ Why, good my lord? |
| 16456 | _ Jud._ O Lord, madam, what shall I say? |
| 16456 | _ Jud._ What, kiss and tell, father Aldo? |
| 16456 | _ Jud._[_ Within._] Are you mad? |
| 16456 | _ Jud._[_ Within._] Mr Brainsick, Mr Brainsick, what do you mean, to make my lady lose her game thus? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ And not your queen? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ And who more proper for that trust than you, Whose interests, though unknown to you, are mine? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Have you not heard, My father, with his dying voice, bequeathed My crown and me to Bertran? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ How, patience, Raymond? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ If I endure it, what imports it you? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ If they be,--then what am I? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Then, was he loved? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ They, who complain to princes, think them tame: What bull dares bellow, or what sheep dares bleat, Within the lion''s den? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ What business have you at the court, my lord? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ What if I add a little to my alms? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ What if I ne''er consent to make you mine? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ What, if I said, I was a woman, ignorant and weak, Were you to take the advantage of my sex, And play the devil to tempt me? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ When, and where? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Why do I live to hear you speak that word? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Why do you pause? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Why namest thou heaven? |
| 16456 | _ Leo._ Yes, my lord, what business? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ As mine gentlewoman? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Ay, what reason had you to forbid me, then, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ But which way came you, that I saw you not? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ But why should you be in your frumps, Pug, when I design only to oblige you? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ But you will not leave me, if I should look? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ But, are you sure you shall? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Do, who cares? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Dost thou not wonder to see me come again so quickly, Pug? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ How long have you been here? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ How now, Pug? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Is that all you make of me? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Is this the seignior? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ It is a round sum indeed; I wish a three- cornered sum would have served her turn.--Why should you be so pervicacious now, Pug? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Mr Woodall, we leave you here-- you remember? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Must not? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ O Pug, how have you been passing your time? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Then how could you drive a bargain with him, Pug? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ What did Pug say? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ What is the matter, landlady? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ What, are you not acquainted with the contents of it? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ What, wilt thou kill me, Pug, with thy unkindness, when thou knowest I can not live without thee? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Why all this shrieking, Mrs Saintly? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Why, how now, Pug? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Why, who says against it? |
| 16456 | _ Limb._ Will you leave your perboles, and come then? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ And make what haste you can, to bring out the lady.--What say you, father? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ Art thou so obstinate? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ But how shall I send her word to be ready at the door? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ Did he so? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ Father Dominick, father Dominick; why in such haste, man? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ I cry thee mercy with all my heart, for suspecting a friar of the least good nature; what, would you accuse him wrongfully? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ If he meet with a repulse, we must throw off the fox''s skin, and put on the lion''s.--Come, gentlemen, you''ll stand by me? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ Some few miles.--[_ To Pedro_] Good store of harlots, say you, and dog- cheap? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ Then you are married? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ What devil has set his claws in thy haunches, and brought thee hither to Saragossa? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ What dost thou mutter to thyself? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._ What, have I taken all this pains about a sister? |
| 16456 | _ Lor._[_ Aside._] Let me consider:-- Bear arms against my father? |
| 16456 | _ Menel._ How do you, how do you? |
| 16456 | _ Menel._ Why dost thou laugh, unseasonable fool? |
| 16456 | _ Monsieur, voulez vous prendre ces dix guinees, pour ces essences? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ Can''st thou not speak? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ Could I do it, ungrateful as you are, with more obligation to you, or more hazard to myself, than by putting my note into your glove? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ How now, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ How should I know what you should say? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ I will:--but are not you a wicked man, to put me into all this danger? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ Let me alone.--And is this all? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ Nay, but why should he be so fretful now? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._ Who would have thought, that''nown dear would have come so soon? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._[_ Aside._] Oh, goes it there?--Why should you ask me such a question, when every body in the house can tell they are''nown dear''s? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Brain._[_ Holding him._] Not for the world: there may be a thief there; and should I put''nown dear in danger of his life?--What shall I do? |
| 16456 | _ Mrs Pad._ Could you not help to prefer me, father? |
| 16456 | _ Nest._ I see them not with my old eyes; what are they? |
| 16456 | _ Nest._ It ought to do: whom can we else oppose, Who could from Hector bring his honour off, If not Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Nest._ What is''t, Ulysses? |
| 16456 | _ Nest._ Wherefore are you? |
| 16456 | _ Nest._ Would you, my lord, aught with the general? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ And is your friend alive? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ And what foretold it? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Are we so like? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Art thou not gone then? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ But was I made the heir of Corinth''s crown, Because Ægeon''s hands presented me? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Could''st thou not answer without naming murder? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Dar''st thou converse with hell, and canst thou fear An human name? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Did this old man take from your arms an infant? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Ha, wilt thou not? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Has he before this day accused me? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Have you ere this inquired who did this murder? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ How poor a pity is alas, For two such crimes!--was Laius us''d to lie? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ How, Jocasta? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ How, Ægeon? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Is murder then no more? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Is''t possible? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Made you no more enquiry, But took this bare relation? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Nor any from him? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ O all you powers, is''t possible? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ O you gods!--But did she give it thee? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ O, you immortal gods!--But say, who was''t? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ O,''tis too little this; thy loss of sight, What has it done? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Sayest thou, woman? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ So!--How long? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Something: But''tis not yet your turn to ask: How old was Laius, what his shape, his stature, His action, and his mien? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Speak first, Ægeon, say, is this the man? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ This indeed is conquest, To gain a friend like you: Why were we foes? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ This man, this old, this venerable man: Speak, did''st thou ever meet him there? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ To whom belongs the master of the shepherds? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ True, you have; Add that unto the rest:--How was the king Attended, when he travelled? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Was he thy own, or given thee by another? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Well counted still:-- One''scaped, I hear; what since became of him? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What does the soul of all my joys intend? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What mean these exclamations on my name? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What mutters he? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What office hadst thou? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What were they? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ What, yet again? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Whence? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Where was thy residence? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Wherefore? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Who gave that infant to thee? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Who were my parents? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Why dost thou gaze upon me? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Why seek I truth from thee? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Why speak you not according to my charge? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._ Why, would''st thou think it? |
| 16456 | _ OEdip._[_ Aside._] Pray heaven he drew me not!-- Am I his picture? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Art thou sure they do not know the parties? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Come, come, what need you blush? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Do I so, do I so? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ How, not see prince Troilus? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ If thou wert my own daughter a thousand times over, I could do no better for thee; what wouldst thou have, girl? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Is he here, say you? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Is he not? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ No, you would not have me go; you are indifferent-- shall I go, say you? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ To the man in the moon? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Was he angry, say you? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ What ill have I brought you to do? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ What were you a talking, when I came? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ What''s that, what''s that? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ What, no comparison between Hector and Troilus? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ What, would you make a monopoly of a woman''s lips? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Where are my tears? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Where boy, where? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Where, yonder? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Who''s there? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Who''s there? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Who, I damned? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Who, Troilus? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._ Will this never be at an end with you? |
| 16456 | _ Pand._[_ Shewing himself._] How now, how now; how go matters? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ But what''s the quarrel? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ Meaning me? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ What say you to it? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ Who''s there, Thersites? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ Why am I a fool? |
| 16456 | _ Patro._ Your answer, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Ped._ Is this a time for fooling? |
| 16456 | _ Ped._ What title has this queen, but lawless force? |
| 16456 | _ Ped._ Would I had but a lease of life so long, As''till my flesh and blood rebelled this way, Against our sovereign lady;--mad for a queen? |
| 16456 | _ Pedr._ Who ever found a woman''s? |
| 16456 | _ Phor._ Whate''er I begged, thou, like a dotard, speak''st More than is requisite; and what of this? |
| 16456 | _ Phor._ Where, sacred sir? |
| 16456 | _ Phor._ Who, my lord, this man? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ Do you stand unmoved, and hear all this? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ Have you no sense of honour in you? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ Meaning, some secret inclination to that amiable person of yours? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ Why this ceremony betwixt you? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ Will you not stay, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Pleas._ You will not take them up, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Priam._ An Hector one day, But you must let him live to be a Hector; And who shall make him such, when you are gone? |
| 16456 | _ Priam._ What means my son? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ A tyrant, an usurper? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ And not the queen''s? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Can you not? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ How could your heart rebel against your reason? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Mark who defraud their offspring, you or I? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ O cursed haste, of making sure of sin!-- Can you forgive the traitor? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ So diseases are: Should not a lingering fever be removed, Because it long has raged within my blood? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Well then, I will dissemble, for an end So great, so pious, as a just revenge: You''ll join with me? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ What then remains to perfect our success; But o''er the tyrant''s guards to force our way? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ What treason is it to redeem my king, And to reform the state? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ What, if I see my prince mistake a poison, Call it a cordial,--am I then a traitor, Because I hold his hand, or break the glass? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Why that sigh? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Why, can you think I owe a thief my life, Because he took it not by lawless force? |
| 16456 | _ Raym._ Your reason for''t? |
| 16456 | _ Saint._ You will not fail? |
| 16456 | _ Saint._[_ Within._] Mr Woodall, where are you, verily? |
| 16456 | _ Serv._ Shall they strike up, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ Can you not guess from whence this change proceeds? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ How then can you suspect him lost so soon? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ Prince Bertran? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ What fear you more? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ What hinders you to take the man you love? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ What, all the night? |
| 16456 | _ Ter._ Whom, madam? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Agamemnon? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ I shall sooner rail thee into wit; thou canst kick, canst thou? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Shall the idiot Ajax use me thus? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Thou beg''st a curse? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Thy commander, Achilles.--Then tell me, Patroclus, what''s Achilles? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Why, thou fool in season, can not a man laugh, but thou thinkest he makes horns at thee? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._ Will he swagger himself out on''s own eyes? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._[_ Aside._] What affairs? |
| 16456 | _ Thers._[_ turning._] What art thou? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ Am I but half obeyed? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ Are these two innocent? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ The gods are just; But how can finite measure infinite? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ Thebans, what madness makes you drunk with rage? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ What omen sawest thou, entering? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ When angry heaven scatters its plagues among you, Is it for nought, ye Thebans? |
| 16456 | _ Tir._ Whither can age and blindness take their flight? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ Am I not rudely bold, and press too often Into your presence, madam? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ And what can shock my honour in a queen? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ Can you have grief, and not have pity too? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ How could my hand rebel against my heart? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ How darest thou serve thy king against his will? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ If she can make me blest? |
| 16456 | _ Tor._ Was ever criminal forbid to plead? |
| 16456 | _ Torr._ So I say too, I ought not; madmen ought not to be mad; But who can help his frenzy? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ But what reason had you to forbid him, then, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Come, what foolish curiosity? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Did you call, Mr Limberham? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ How now, sir, are you rehearsing your_ lingua Franca_ by yourself, that you walk so pensively? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Not to a boarding- house, I hope? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ The devil''s in him; will he confess? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Then I''ll fetch out the jewels: will that satisfy you? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ What humour is this? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ What new maggot''s this? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ What would you have, you eternal sot? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ What, is a second summons needful? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Who is that gentleman with you? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ Why should you persuade him against his will? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ You are not jealous? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ You are resolved, then? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._ You oaf you, do you not perceive it is the Italian seignior, who is come to sell me essences? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._[_ Aside._] I find him now.--But what followed of this dumb interview? |
| 16456 | _ Trick._[_ Aside._] Woodall must have told him of our appointment.--What think you of walking down, Mr Limberham? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ And can forgive the sallies of my passion? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ And what are they, that I should give up her, To make them happy? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Answer me first, And then I''ll answer that,--be sure I will,-- Whose hand sealed this exchange? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ By whom? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Did she deserve? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Does that grieve thee? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Else you would kill me? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ For whom? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ For whom? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Have I not staid? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Have I not staid? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ May I enquire where your affairs conduct you? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Said I she was not beautiful? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Shall I, brave lord, be bound to you so much, After we part from Agamemnon''s tent, To bring me thither? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ She shall? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ The ring? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Then sure she was no common creature? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Then you''ll refuse no more to fight? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Was Cressida here? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Was yours there? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ What would this pomp of preparation mean? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ What''s aught, but as''tis valued? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ What, art thou angry, Pandarus, with thy friend? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ When shall we meet? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Where are you, brother? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Why should I fight without the Trojan walls, Who, without fighting, am o''erthrown within? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Why was my Cressida then so hard to win? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Why, what offends you, madam? |
| 16456 | _ Troil._ Will you go then?--What''s this to Cressida? |
| 16456 | _ Troil_ Is it? |
| 16456 | _ Ulys._ But tell us the occasion of thy mirth? |
| 16456 | _ Ulys._ He hits''em right; Are they not such, my Nestor? |
| 16456 | _ Ulys._ Hold, you mistake him, Nestor;''tis his custom: What malice is there in a mirthful scene? |
| 16456 | _ Ulys._ Is this a man, O Nestor, to be bought? |
| 16456 | _ Ulys._ You shake, my lord, at something: will you go? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ And hast thou trepanned me into a tabernacle of the godly? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Are they very alluring, say you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ But can not I be yours without a priest? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ But is this conscience in you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Do you speak to me, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Dost thou think I have no compassion for thy gray hairs? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Has he seen you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Have you done? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ How could I guess, that you intended me the favour, without first acquainting me? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ How now, baron Tell- clock[12], is the passage clear? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ I confess, I am vain enough to hope it; for why should you remove the two dishes, but to make me fall more hungrily on the third? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Immediately.--[_Goes to open the Door hastily, and breaks his Key._] What is the matter here? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Like enough: Pray, what''s his name? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Might not I ask you one civil question? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Mr Limberham, where are you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ One I know, indeed; a wife: But_ bona roba''s_, say you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Pr''ythee, what should a man do with such a father, but use him thus? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Pray, what company do you invite? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Then you desire I should proceed to justify I am lawfully begotten? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Was it yours, then? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ What is that you mutter? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ What mean you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ What will become of me now? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ What, does he take me for a thief? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Who better than your wife? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Who is it? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Who, I exalted? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ Will you oblige me, sir? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ You may tell, but who will believe you? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._ You mean, I suppose, the peaking creature, the married woman, with a sideling look, as if one cheek carried more bias than the other? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._[_ Aside._] Are you gloating already? |
| 16456 | _ Wood._[_ Aside._] That, besides herself, is a cooling card.--Pray, how young are they? |
| 16456 | _ go apart.__ Tor._ How comes it, good old man, that we two meet On these harsh terms? |
| 16456 | _ pinches him from underneath the Bed._] Oh, are you at your love- tricks already? |
| 16456 | _ severally.__ Pleas._ Now, good John among the maids, how mean you to bestow your time? |
| 16456 | _ takes it up.__ Limb._ What have we here? |
| 16456 | _ together.__ Troil._ My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, In what part of the field does Calchas lodge? |
| 16456 | _ Æge._ Is this the cause, Why you refuse the diadem of Corinth? |
| 16456 | _ Æge._ Is''t possible you should forget your ancient friend? |
| 16456 | _ Æge._ May I entreat to know them? |
| 16456 | _ Æn._ If not Achilles, sir, what is your name? |
| 16456 | _ Æn._ May we not guess? |
| 16456 | _ Æn._ The task you undertake is hazardous: Suppose you win, what would the profit be? |
| 16456 | _ Æn._ We do; and long to know each other worse.-- My lord, the king has sent for me in haste; Know you the reason? |
| 16456 | _ Æn._[_ Coming to the Greeks._] Health to the Grecian lords:--What shall be done To him that shall be vanquished? |
| 16456 | _ Æneas._ How now, prince Troilus; why not in the battle? |
| 16456 | _ Æneas._[_ Within._] My lord, is the lady ready yet? |
| 16456 | a carman, a beast of burden; a very camel: have you any eyes, niece? |
| 16456 | a ha, boys!--Is the music ready? |
| 16456 | add parricide, And incest; bear not these a frightful sound? |
| 16456 | an uncle, dost thou call me? |
| 16456 | and from whom? |
| 16456 | and had followed a rag- man, for the clout and blanket, in the second? |
| 16456 | and how could you suppose, That I could live these two long hours without you? |
| 16456 | and knows I dote on him? |
| 16456 | and look, behold again, What mean the mystic heavens she journies on? |
| 16456 | and say what thou wilt stand by: did he strike thee? |
| 16456 | and thus wander? |
| 16456 | and would not you have drawn back yours, had you been in the sultana''s place? |
| 16456 | and, lastly, has he still the same respect and duty for his good old father? |
| 16456 | are my tears despised? |
| 16456 | are the Moors removed? |
| 16456 | are the gods Unjust in punishing? |
| 16456 | are there no crimes, Which pull this vengeance down? |
| 16456 | because he gets by it: He holds his tongue; why? |
| 16456 | but says conscience,--Fly in nature''s face?-- But how, if nature fly in my face first? |
| 16456 | but why should I defer till then? |
| 16456 | by assassinates, or poison? |
| 16456 | by sword, by fire, Or water? |
| 16456 | came there no attendant? |
| 16456 | can I bear it? |
| 16456 | can it be? |
| 16456 | can you accuse me Of love, which is heaven''s precept, and not fear That vengeance, which you say pursues our crimes, Should reach your perjuries? |
| 16456 | can''st thou not hear? |
| 16456 | canst thou tell me news of her? |
| 16456 | dar''st thou be A friend, and once forget thou art a son, To help me save the queen? |
| 16456 | deep laid in his monument? |
| 16456 | did I hear thee right? |
| 16456 | do I know him now? |
| 16456 | do I torture you indeed? |
| 16456 | do you invite me to a feast, and then preach abstinence? |
| 16456 | do you know a man if you see him? |
| 16456 | do you know a man? |
| 16456 | do you know me, sir? |
| 16456 | do you lie in common? |
| 16456 | do you speak in riddles? |
| 16456 | does he continue still the most hopeful and esteemed young gentleman in Paris? |
| 16456 | does he manage his allowance with the same discretion? |
| 16456 | dost thou hunt counter? |
| 16456 | durst they name the queen? |
| 16456 | e''er converse with him Near mount Cithæron? |
| 16456 | for what end, Why gave she thee her child? |
| 16456 | for what? |
| 16456 | for what?--O break not yet, my heart; Though my eyes burst, no matter:--wilt thou tell me, Or must I ask for ever? |
| 16456 | from his cradle-- What''s your name? |
| 16456 | fy, daughter, fy; is that an answer for a Christian? |
| 16456 | ha, who waits there? |
| 16456 | had she no lovers there, Who mourn her absence? |
| 16456 | have you not done talking yet? |
| 16456 | have you seen my niece? |
| 16456 | he begat me;-- That''s true; but for whose sake did he beget me? |
| 16456 | he deserves Such triumphs as were given by ancient Rome: Ha, boy, what say''st thou? |
| 16456 | he meek? |
| 16456 | how came it cloven? |
| 16456 | how gloomily they glanced? |
| 16456 | how knows he that? |
| 16456 | how now, what wicked thought is this? |
| 16456 | how sayest thou, culprit? |
| 16456 | how''s this, Jocasta? |
| 16456 | how''s this, Patroclus? |
| 16456 | infernal gods, Must you have musick too? |
| 16456 | is all this but to fright the dwarfs, Which your own hands have made? |
| 16456 | is he to be compared with Troilus? |
| 16456 | is it you, Mrs Saintly? |
| 16456 | is she mine? |
| 16456 | is that nothing, do you call that nothing? |
| 16456 | is the friar possessed with a dumb devil? |
| 16456 | is the general safe? |
| 16456 | is then the fate of Laius Never to be atoned? |
| 16456 | is this to be restored? |
| 16456 | know they not Achilles? |
| 16456 | la necessite des vertus et des vices D''un astre imperieux doit suivre les caprices? |
| 16456 | let me think of that:--The man I love? |
| 16456 | look ye yonder, niece; is it not a brave young prince too? |
| 16456 | my father''s murderer mine? |
| 16456 | my house is broken open by force, and I am ravished, and like to be assassinated!--What do you mean, villains? |
| 16456 | no matter, Troilus? |
| 16456 | no sooner got but lost? |
| 16456 | no wrong? |
| 16456 | not call him father? |
| 16456 | not to let him have his bargain, when he has paid so dear for it? |
| 16456 | nothing but screech- owls? |
| 16456 | now, in honour''s name, What do you mean to be thus long unarmed? |
| 16456 | of what house? |
| 16456 | oh, what have they done? |
| 16456 | or art thou drunk, Giles? |
| 16456 | or do you purpose A victor should be known? |
| 16456 | say quickly, who commands This vile blaspheming rout? |
| 16456 | seem pleas''d to see my Royal Master murthered; his crown usurped; a distaff in the throne?'' |
| 16456 | shall I not find him out? |
| 16456 | shall my love be thine? |
| 16456 | shall we call them ours, And dare not make them so? |
| 16456 | something, or nothing;-- I shall be what I was again, before I was Adrastus.-- Penurious heaven, can''st thou not add a night To our one day? |
| 16456 | speak, my fair, What are thy troubles? |
| 16456 | speak: Or did he languish under some disease? |
| 16456 | taratapa, taratapa, eus, matou, meau!_--[_To her._] I am at the end of my Italian; what will become of me? |
| 16456 | tell me why My hair stands bristling up, why my flesh trembles? |
| 16456 | tell me, Eurydice: Thou shak''st: Thy soul''s a woman;--speak, Adrastus, And boldly, as thou met''st my arms in fight:-- Dar''st thou not speak? |
| 16456 | that my life is begged, and by my sister? |
| 16456 | the property of all your pleasures? |
| 16456 | the wife and husband, the keeper and the mistress? |
| 16456 | their suspicion will be as strong still: for what should make you here? |
| 16456 | there''s for that;[_ Beats his own head._] and to a fine, young, modish lady, must ye? |
| 16456 | there, or there, or there? |
| 16456 | those fruitful fields Washed by yon silver flood, are they not ours? |
| 16456 | to see the day, And Thebes, more hated? |
| 16456 | to take a lodging at so dear a rate, and not to have the benefit of his bargain!--Mischief on me, what needed I have said that? |
| 16456 | to what part of the country Didst thou most frequently resort? |
| 16456 | very wanton? |
| 16456 | we both overheard your pious documents: Did we not, Mrs Brainsick? |
| 16456 | what a poor omnipotence hast thou, When gold and titles buy thee? |
| 16456 | what affairs? |
| 16456 | what am I the better for her face? |
| 16456 | what city? |
| 16456 | what do I see? |
| 16456 | what do you mean to run pins into me? |
| 16456 | what does he mean, in the name of wonder? |
| 16456 | what impudence is this of yours, to approach my lodgings? |
| 16456 | what is all this world? |
| 16456 | what is the matter? |
| 16456 | what mak''st thou here, with a whole brotherhood of city- bailiffs? |
| 16456 | what makes thee so keen to- day? |
| 16456 | what makes this pretty interruption in thy words? |
| 16456 | what mean These tears, and groans, and strugglings? |
| 16456 | what means this show? |
| 16456 | what of murder? |
| 16456 | what saw the Gods in thee, That a cock- sparrow should but live three years, And thou shouldst last three ages? |
| 16456 | what seest thou there? |
| 16456 | what should he do here? |
| 16456 | what was thy employment? |
| 16456 | what will become of me? |
| 16456 | what will their greetings be? |
| 16456 | what woman can bear loathsome? |
| 16456 | what work have we here towards? |
| 16456 | what''s here to do? |
| 16456 | what''s the matter? |
| 16456 | what''s the matter? |
| 16456 | what''s this to Cressida? |
| 16456 | what''s to be given for a sight of him? |
| 16456 | what, fallen asleep so soon? |
| 16456 | what, have we Gog and Magog in our chamber? |
| 16456 | what, in martial posture, son Brainsick? |
| 16456 | what, not incest with my mother? |
| 16456 | when happened this? |
| 16456 | when shall we be succoured? |
| 16456 | where are you, in the name of goodness? |
| 16456 | where art thou? |
| 16456 | where is the cruel king? |
| 16456 | where shall I hide myself? |
| 16456 | where''s your witness? |
| 16456 | wherefore do you this? |
| 16456 | wherein, my lord, have I offended? |
| 16456 | whither would''st thou? |
| 16456 | who calls? |
| 16456 | who could have suspected you of so much godliness? |
| 16456 | who have we here? |
| 16456 | who is lord, and grand seignior of them? |
| 16456 | who was that? |
| 16456 | who''s in the right? |
| 16456 | who''s this? |
| 16456 | why stand you silent? |
| 16456 | why start you so? |
| 16456 | why start''st thou, Phorbas? |
| 16456 | why what are you, that I should fear you? |
| 16456 | will she pray for me? |
| 16456 | will you carry me away, like a pedlar''s pack, upon your backs? |
| 16456 | will you force me to make use of my authority? |
| 16456 | will you murder a man in plain day- light? |
| 16456 | will you not turn, And bless your people, who devour each word You breathe? |
| 16456 | will you not? |
| 16456 | will you turn recreant at the last cast? |
| 16456 | will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Pursue each other, or shall be divided By any voice or order of the field? |
| 16456 | wilt thou, Hæmon, too? |
| 16456 | would a''not, a naughty man, let it sleep one twinkle? |
| 16456 | would he aught with us? |
| 16456 | would not a man have thought that the poet had been bound prentice to a wheel- wright, for his first rant? |
| 16456 | would''st thou not blush To hug a coward thus? |
| 16456 | you Moor- killer, you Matador!--_ Lor._ Meaning me, madam? |
| 16456 | you must be watched ere you are made tame, must you? |
| 16456 | you will not swear, I hope? |
| 16456 | young Beelzebub? |
| 16456 | your slave? |