Patient Grissil: a comedy by T. Dekker, H. Chettle and W. Haughton. Repr., with an intr. and notes [by J.P. Collier].

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Page 9 - Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content...
Page 79 - Clowns are not for the court ; we'll keep court ourselves ; for what do courtiers do, but we do the like ? you eat good cheer, and we eat good bread and cheese ; you drink wine, and we strong beer ; at night you are as hungry slaves as you were at noon — why, so are we ; you go to bed, you can but sleep — why, and so do we ; in the morning you rise about eleven of the clock — why, there we are your betters, for we are going before you ; you wear silks, and we sheepskins. Innocence carries it...
Page xv - Now all thy cloathing must be. My lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy lord, which grieves me sore ; The poorest life must now content thy mind : A groat to thee I may not give, Thee to maintain, while I do live ; 'Gainst my Grissel such great foes I find.
Page xiii - Most fair and lovely, and of comely grace was she, Although in simple attire ; She sang most sweetly, with pleasant voice melodiously, Which set the Lord's heart on fire. The more he lookt, the more he might, Beauty bred, his heart's delight ; And to this damsel he went. God speed...
Page 9 - O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content...
Page 34 - It hangs as even as a chandler's beam. Bab. Some of them deserve to hang upon a beam for that evenness. Boy, learn to give every man his due : give the hangman his due, for he's a necessary member. Boy. That's true, for he cuts off many wicked members. Bab. He's an excellent barber; he shaves most cleanly. But, page, how dost thou like the court ? Boy. Prettily, and so. Bab. Faith, so do I, prettily and so. I am weary of being a courtier, boy. Boy. That you cannot be, master, for you are but a courtier's...
Page xiv - Many envied her therefore, Because she was of parents poor, And twixt her lord and her great strife did raise : Some said this, and some said that, Some did call her beggar's brat, And to her lord they would her oft dispraise.
Page 53 - MARQ.UESS, standing aside. Gri. Oh, God ! oh, God ! might Grissil have her choice, My babes should not be scar'd with thy devil's voice ! Thou get a nurse for them ? they can abide To taste no milk but mine. Come, come, I'll chide, In faith, you cruel man, I'll chide indeed, If I grow angry. Fu. Do, do ; I care not. Mar. [Aside.] To chide and curse thy lord thou hast more need. Gri. Wilt thou not tell me who shall be their nurse ? Fu.
Page xv - Out of thy stately garments all ; And as thou cam'st to me, In homely gray, Instead of bisse and purest pall,* Now all thy clothing must be : My lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy lord, which grieves me sore.
Page 77 - I have seen monsters of that colour too; but what say you to them that have but one leg, and yet will outrun a horse ? Lau. Such are our bankrupts, and our fugitives, Scarce having one good leg, or one good limb, Outrun their creditors, and those they wrong. Bab. Mass ! 'tis true. There was a cripple in our village ran beyond Venice, and his creditors, with their best legs, could never since take him. But let me descend, and grow lower and lower : what say you to the little pigmies, no higher than...

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