The Works of Ben Jonson, 2. sējumsGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1879 - 819 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 20.
209. lappuse
... Cris . I would speak with my cousin Cy- theris . 2 Maid . He is one , forsooth , would speak with his cousin Cytheris . Chloe . Is she your cousin , sir ? Cris . [ coming forward . ] Yes , in truth , for- sooth , for fault of a better ...
... Cris . I would speak with my cousin Cy- theris . 2 Maid . He is one , forsooth , would speak with his cousin Cytheris . Chloe . Is she your cousin , sir ? Cris . [ coming forward . ] Yes , in truth , for- sooth , for fault of a better ...
210. lappuse
... Cris . By this hand , lady , you hold a most 3 weet hand over him . Alb . [ re - entering . ] And then , for the great gilt andirons . Chloe . Again ! Would the andirons were in your great guts for me ! Alb . I do vanish , wife . [ Exit ...
... Cris . By this hand , lady , you hold a most 3 weet hand over him . Alb . [ re - entering . ] And then , for the great gilt andirons . Chloe . Again ! Would the andirons were in your great guts for me ! Alb . I do vanish , wife . [ Exit ...
211. lappuse
... Cris- pinus ? Cris . Every thing , I warrant you . Gal . Prithee , Hermogenes . Her . Cannot sing . Gal . For honor of this gentlewoman , to whose house I know thou mayest be ever welcome . Chloe . That he shall , in truth , sir , if he ...
... Cris- pinus ? Cris . Every thing , I warrant you . Gal . Prithee , Hermogenes . Her . Cannot sing . Gal . For honor of this gentlewoman , to whose house I know thou mayest be ever welcome . Chloe . That he shall , in truth , sir , if he ...
212. lappuse
... Cris . By your kind leave , master Albius . Alb . What , you are not gone , master Crispi- nus ? Cris . Yes , faith , I have a design draws me hence : pray , sir , fashion me an excuse to the ladies . Alb . Will you not stay and see the ...
... Cris . By your kind leave , master Albius . Alb . What , you are not gone , master Crispi- nus ? Cris . Yes , faith , I have a design draws me hence : pray , sir , fashion me an excuse to the ladies . Alb . Will you not stay and see the ...
213. lappuse
... Cris . No , sweet Horace , we must not have thee think so . Hor . I cry you mercy ; then they are my ears That must be tortured : well , you must have patience , ears . Cris . Pray thee , Horace , observe . Hor . Yes , sir ; your satin ...
... Cris . No , sweet Horace , we must not have thee think so . Hor . I cry you mercy ; then they are my ears That must be tortured : well , you must have patience , ears . Cris . Pray thee , Horace , observe . Hor . Yes , sir ; your satin ...
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