The Plays of Philip Massinger

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J. Templeman, 1840 - 519 páginas
 

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Página xxxiii - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Página 367 - When wolves, with hunger pined, howl at her brightness. I am of a solid temper, and, like these, Steer on a constant course : with mine own sword, If call'd into the field, I can make that right, Which fearful enemies murmur'd at as wrong.
Página 10 - Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father ; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do't ten times more.
Página 319 - And though this country, like a viperous mother, Not only hath eat up ungratefully All means of thee, her son, but last thyself, Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Such as a flatterer or an usurer hath ; Thy worth in every honest breast builds one, Making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone.
Página 368 - Overreach' states thrice centupled, his daughter Millions of degrees much fairer than she is, Howe'er I might urge precedents to excuse me, I would not so adulterate my blood By marrying Margaret, and so leave my issue Made up of several pieces, one part scarlet, And the other London blue. In my own tomb I will inter my name first.
Página 366 - To my wish: we are private. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certain portion, — that were poor and trivial : In one word, I pronounce all that is mine, In lands or leases, ready coin or goods, With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be yours too. Lov. You are a right kind father.
Página xxxii - To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light ; the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning lamp for ever banish'd.
Página 367 - Tis not alone The Lady Allworth's lands, for those once Wellborn's, (As by her dotage on him I know they will be,) Shall soon be mine ; but point out any man's In all the shire, and say they lie convenient, And useful for your lordship, and once more I say aloud, they are yours.
Página 361 - Grant all these beat off, Which if it be in man to do, you'll do it, Mammon in Sir Giles Overreach steps in With heaps of ill-got gold, and so much land, To make her more remarkable, as would tire A falcon's wings in one day to fly over.
Página 354 - tis enough I keep Greedy at my devotion : so he serve My purposes, let him hang, or damn, I care not ; Friendship is but a word.

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