William Rowley, His All's Lost by Lust: And A Shoemaker, a Gentleman, Volume 13

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Pub. for the University, 1910 - 287 pages
 

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Page 267 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 160 - Britain; he is therefore usually styled the protomartyr of this island. He was born at Verulam*, and flourished towards the end of the third Century. In his youth he took a journey to Rome, in company with Amphibalus, a monk of Caerleon, and served seven years as a soldier under the emperor Diocležian.
Page 163 - A Merrie and Pleasant Comedy : never before printed, called a Shoo-maker a Gentleman ; as it hath beene sundry times acted at the Red Bull and other Theatres, with a generall and good applause. Written by WR Gentleman.
Page 204 - Cris. I know not Madam, I am inchaunted with your Magick. Leo. How lik'st her now, has she a good face? Cris. Tis very well made Madam. Leo. Who does she resemble? Cris. Your selfe, I thinke Lady. Leo. I, shees very like me. Cris. I would she were not. Leo. Why wouldst not have her like me?
Page 29 - All this may be, sir ; yet examples daily show To our eyes that prodigals return at last And the loudest roarer (as our city phrase is) Will speak calm and smooth; you must help with hope, sir, Had I such a brother I would think That heaven had made him as an instrument For my best charity to work upon.
Page 73 - ROWLEY (William). A Tragedy called All's Lost by Lust, divers times Acted by the Lady Elizabeths Servants, and now lately by her Maiesties Servants, with great applause, at the Phoenix in Drury Lane. FIRST EDITION.
Page 79 - T'is not a gay sute, or distorted face, Can beate his merit off, which has wonne grace In the full Theater, nor can now feare The teeth of any snakie whisperer: But to the white, and sweet unclouded brow...
Page 267 - In his old velvet jerkin and stain'd scarfs, My noble sovereign and worthy general, Ere we contribute a new crewel garter To his most worsted worship.
Page 66 - Afraid, mother witch ? — Turn my face to the west? I said I should always have a backfriend of her; and now it's out. An her little devil should be hungry, come sneaking behind me, like a cowardly catchpole, and clap his talons on my haunches — Tis woundy cold sure. I dudder and shake like an aspen leaf every joint of me.
Page 60 - I could meet nothing but a swinherds wife, keeping 5 hogs by the Forestside, but neither she nor none of her sowes would stir a foot to help us ; indeed , I think she durst not trust her self amongst the trees with me, for I must needs confess I offer'd some kindness to her. Well, I would fain know what's become of my sister. If she have brought me 10 a yong Cousin, his face may be a picture to finde his Father by.

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