The works of Beaumont and Fletcher, with an intr. by G. Darley, Volume 2

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Page 47 - They are no more. Car. Where is your conquest then ? Why are your altars crown'd with wreaths of flowers, The beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire ? The holy Druides composing songs Of everlasting life to Victory ? Why are these triumphs, lady ? for a may-game ? For hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans ? Is it no more ? Shut up your temples, Britons, And let the husbandman redeem his heifers ; Put out...
Page 93 - I would not be a serving-man To carry the cloak-bag still, Nor would I be a falconer The greedy hawks to fill ; But I would be in a good house, And have a good master too ; But I would eat and drink of the best, And no work would I do.
Page 77 - I shall : then, first and foremost, for relief I call to you, if that you can afford it; I care not at what price, for, on my word, it Shall be repaid again, although it cost me More than I'll speak of now ; for love hath tost me In furious blanket like a tennis-ball, And now I rise aloft, and now I fall.
Page 66 - See if one fear, one shadow of a terror, One paleness dare appear but from my anger, To lay hold on your mercies.
Page 529 - Peace, Calveskin ! your thin sole takes water. Calve. 'Tis want of liquor then. — Some more drink, sirrah ! Black. Which of you all can hold out tack with Blacksnout...
Page 79 - Mer. Farewell, good wife; I expect it not: all I have to do in this world, is to be merry; which I shall, if the ground be not taken from me ; and if it be, [Sings. When earth and seas from me are reft, The skies aloft for me are left.
Page 48 - And he that in the head on'a troop defies me, Bending my manly body with his sword, I make a mistress. Yellow-tressed Hymen Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy, Than I am married to that man that wounds me : And are not all these...
Page 47 - tis the bearing of your fortunes : You put too much wind to your sail; discretion And hardy valour are the twins of honour, And, nursed together, make a conqueror; Divided, but a talker. "Tis a truth, That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed; A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, And not our tongues...
Page 83 - Am to this castle well by fortune brought; Where, hearing of the goodly entertain Your knight of holy order of the Bell Gives to all damsels and all errant knights, « I thought to knock, and now am bold to enter.
Page 71 - Thou shall live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it? Hengo. You draw away my soul, then. I would live A little longer— spare me, Heavens ! — but only To thank you for your tender love : good uncle, Good noble uncle, weep not.

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