The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 5. sējumsG. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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20. lappuse
... heart was at my mouth , ' Till I had view'd his shoes well : for those roses Were big enough to hide a cloven foot .- [ Aside . No , friend , my number's full . I have one servant , Who is my all , indeed ; and from the broom Unto the ...
... heart was at my mouth , ' Till I had view'd his shoes well : for those roses Were big enough to hide a cloven foot .- [ Aside . No , friend , my number's full . I have one servant , Who is my all , indeed ; and from the broom Unto the ...
26. lappuse
... heart . You are welcome , sir . [ Opens the door of his house . Engine , God be wi ' you ! * I do defend them any thing like action . ] To defend , from the Fr. defendre , is to forbid . This sense of the word is common in our old ...
... heart . You are welcome , sir . [ Opens the door of his house . Engine , God be wi ' you ! * I do defend them any thing like action . ] To defend , from the Fr. defendre , is to forbid . This sense of the word is common in our old ...
29. lappuse
... heart ? Why shouldst thou envy my delight , or cross it , By being solicitous , when it not concerns thee ? Mrs. Fitz . Yes , I have share in this : the scorn will fall As bitterly on me , where both are laugh'd at . Fitz . Laugh'd at ...
... heart ? Why shouldst thou envy my delight , or cross it , By being solicitous , when it not concerns thee ? Mrs. Fitz . Yes , I have share in this : the scorn will fall As bitterly on me , where both are laugh'd at . Fitz . Laugh'd at ...
56. lappuse
... heart ! what is the matter ? Mrs. Fitz . Good ! You are a stranger to the plot ! you set not Your saucy Devil here , to tempt your wife , With all the insolent uncivil language , Or action , he could vent ! Fitz . Did you so , Devil ...
... heart ! what is the matter ? Mrs. Fitz . Good ! You are a stranger to the plot ! you set not Your saucy Devil here , to tempt your wife , With all the insolent uncivil language , Or action , he could vent ! Fitz . Did you so , Devil ...
58. lappuse
... heart , if thou hast a fancy to one place . More than another , to be dutchess of , Now name it ; I will have't , whate'er it cost , ( If ' twill be had for money ) either here , Or in France , or Italy . Mrs. Fitz . You have strange ...
... heart , if thou hast a fancy to one place . More than another , to be dutchess of , Now name it ; I will have't , whate'er it cost , ( If ' twill be had for money ) either here , Or in France , or Italy . Mrs. Fitz . You have strange ...
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allusion Aristophanes Beaumont and Fletcher beggar BEN JONSON brave Broker call'd Canter cloke court cuckold devil doth Eith Eitherside Enter Exeunt Exit Fitz Fitzdottrel gentleman Gilthead give gossip grace hath hear honour Host Jonson keep kiss Lady F lady Frampul lady's ladyship Lick Lickfinger Light Heart Lollard Lord Lord L Love's Pilgrimage Lovel madam Madrigal master Meer MEERCRAFT Mirth mistress mistress Band never noble Nurse on't Peck Pecunia PENNY BOY Pennyboy Pick Picklock piece Pierce play Plutarchus poet pray princess Prue rogue SCENE servant Shakspeare shew Shun speak Steevens sweet tell thee there's thing Trun Trundle trust twill Tyburn unto valour WHAL Whalley What's wife wild company Wittipol word
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