Biography of Sir Thomas Stucley. The famous history of the life and death of Captain Thomas Stukeley. Nobody and somebodyRichard Simpson Chatto and Windus, 1878 |
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Page iii - A Warning for Fair Women," with Reprints of the Accounts of the Murder ; and "Faire Em.
Page 149 - Have over the waters to Florida, Farewell good London now ; Through long delays on land and seas I'm brought, I cannot tell how, In Plymouth town, in a threadbare gown, And money never a deal. Hay ! trixi trim! go trixi trim ! And will not a wallet do well ? ' The romance and interest of the time, however, culminate in the arrival of the Armada.
Page 155 - The Famous Historye of the life and death of Captaine Thomas Stukeley. With his marriage to Alderman Curteis Daughter, and valiant ending of his life at the Battaile of Alcazar. As it hath beene Acted. Printed for Thomas Pauyer, and are to be sold at his shop at the entrance into the Exchange, 1605.
Page 189 - O'Neale. Mackener, Mac Deawle, marafastot art thou a feete liverd kana : Tish some English churle in the toone That coughes, that is dree, some prood English souldior hees a dree cough, can drinke no vater, The English churle dees If he get not bread and porrage and a hose to lee in : but looke is the sieegne oote ? zeele cut his troate and Help him of his cough fan I get into Dundalk.
Page 125 - Italian captains that went with him, he deferred the work until he came to Portugal ; and there arriving, condemned both of them to the galleys for term of life, and so led them slaves with him into Africa : but since his death they are delivered by the new King of Portugal, which is the Cardinal : and this much Minors hath written hither himself. And other provision that went with Sir Thomas, all is dispersed ; and so this enterprise is come to nothing.
Page 257 - Printed for John Trundle and are 'to be sold at his shop in Barbican, at the Signe of No-body. ND (c. 1606.) Quaint woodcut on title-page. (See Reproduction.) Woodcut at end of " Somebody,
Page 86 - ... yet we do not believe, that the King will send a captain of his ... with a number of soldiers into Ireland to follow some vain device of those rebels, whereof we cannot but marvel that the king or any of his council, being of experience, can so lightly give any credit to such a companion as Stukeley is, which could never live long in any quiet condition at home, of whom we are not disposed to say much because we cannot say any good of him; but may so say, it shall be sufficient that his conditions...
Page 143 - Daughter to an alderman, Curtis he was called then, To whom a sutor gallantly he came. When she his person spied, He could not be denied, So brave a gentleman he was to see : She was quickly made his wife, In weale or woe to lead her life, Her father willingly did so agree.
Page 41 - Stukeley, a defamed person almost through all Christendom, and a faithless beast rather than a man, fleeing first out of England for notable piracies, and out of Ireland for treacheries not pardonable.
Page 151 - Of those small forces that for Ireland went, And with my companies embark'd at Ostia.* My sails I spread, and with these men of war In fatal hour at Lisbon we arriv'd. From thence to this, to this hard exigent, Was Stukeley driven to fight or else to die, Dar'd to the field, that never could endure To hear God Mars his drum, but he must march. Ah, sweet Sebastian ! had'st thou been well advis'd, Thou might'st have manag'd arms successfully : But from our cradles we were marked all, And destinate...