The Works of Ben Jonson...: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a Biographical Memoir, 5. sējumsG. and W. Nicol, 1816 |
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3. lappuse
... grace Our matter , with allowing us no place . Though you presume Satan , a subtle thing , And may have heard he's worn in a thumb - ring The Devil is an Ass . ] This is said by the prologue pointing to the title of the play , which ...
... grace Our matter , with allowing us no place . Though you presume Satan , a subtle thing , And may have heard he's worn in a thumb - ring The Devil is an Ass . ] This is said by the prologue pointing to the title of the play , which ...
45. lappuse
... Grace ( the princess Elizabeth , married to the Palsgrave ) " by the way lost his life . " From this nobleman they took the name of Harringtons in common conversation ; thus sir Henry Wotton : " I have lost four or five friends , and ...
... Grace ( the princess Elizabeth , married to the Palsgrave ) " by the way lost his life . " From this nobleman they took the name of Harringtons in common conversation ; thus sir Henry Wotton : " I have lost four or five friends , and ...
51. lappuse
... grace withal , beyond the newness . Sure he will think me that dull stupid creature He said , and may conclude it , if I find not Some thought to thank the attempt . He did presume , By all the carriage of it , on my brain , For answer ...
... grace withal , beyond the newness . Sure he will think me that dull stupid creature He said , and may conclude it , if I find not Some thought to thank the attempt . He did presume , By all the carriage of it , on my brain , For answer ...
65. lappuse
... grace . Mrs. Fitz . Who is there with you , sir ? Wit . None but myself . It falls out , lady , to be a dear friend's lodging ; Wherein there's some conspiracy of fortune With your poor servant's blest affections . Mrs. Fitz . Who was ...
... grace . Mrs. Fitz . Who is there with you , sir ? Wit . None but myself . It falls out , lady , to be a dear friend's lodging ; Wherein there's some conspiracy of fortune With your poor servant's blest affections . Mrs. Fitz . Who was ...
67. lappuse
... grace Sheds itself through the face ; As alone , there triumphs to the life , All the gain , all the good , of the elements strifel And could make More wanton salts . ] i . e . leapings , or boundings , from the Latin saltus . WHAL . 4 ...
... grace Sheds itself through the face ; As alone , there triumphs to the life , All the gain , all the good , of the elements strifel And could make More wanton salts . ] i . e . leapings , or boundings , from the Latin saltus . WHAL . 4 ...
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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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