The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Volume 3 (Google eBook)

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J. Stockdale, 1811
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Page 476 - For now the fragrant flowers do spring And sprout in seemly sort, The little birds do sit and sing, The lambs do make fine sport; And now the birchen-tree doth bud, That makes the schoolboy cry; The morris rings...
Page 401 - For while with their knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand upon the same dish, so that whatsoever he be that sitting in the company of any others at...
Page 463 - When it was grown to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet.
Page 475 - These are but sparing rites ; but if thy soul Be yet about this place, and can behold And see what I prepare to deck thee with, It shall go up, borne on the wings of peace, And satisfied. First will I sing thy dirge, Then kiss thy pale lips, and then die myself, And fill one coffin and one grave together.
Page 455 - George. Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, here is a distressed damsel to have a halfpennyworth of pepper. [Wife. That's a good boy! see, the little boy can hit it; by my troth, it's a fine child.] Ralph.
Page 348 - They break, and Love would Reason meet, But Hate was nimbler on her feet ; Fancy looks for Pride, and thither Hies, and they two hug together : Yet this new coupling still doth tell, That Love and Folly were in hell.
Page 469 - Till at the length at this unhappy town We did arrive, and coming to this cave, This beast us caught, and put us in a tub, Where we this two months sweat, and should have done Another month, if you had not relieved us.2 Woman.
Page 476 - May-day in the morning, and speak upon a conduit, with all his scarfs about him, and his feathers, and his rings, and his knacks. Boy. Why, sir, you do not think of our plot ; what will become of that, then?
Page 476 - London, to thee I do present the merry month of May; Let each true subject be content to hear me what I say: For from the top of conduit-head, as plainly may appear, I will both tell my name to you, and wherefore I came here. My name is Ralph, by due descent though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the flock of gracious grocery;" And by the common counsel of my fellows in the Strand, With gilded staff and crossed scarf, the Maylord here I stand.
Page 72 - God Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honoured, ever sung, Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's ' brim, In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine, Let a river run with wine. God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear...