What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Appius blessings blood Bran Brancha brother Bruin Claud Claudius Clown Corb Court Cred Damp Decemviri dost Duke e'en Enter Exeunt Exit fair Faith father fear for't fortune Fost Foster friends Gentlem gentlemen gentlewoman give Guard hand hast hath hear heart heaven honour Host husband i'faith Icil Icilius Isab Jane keep lady Lamb Laun Lean Leantio Lictors look lord Lucre Ludgate lust madam marriage married Master Dampit Master Hoard Master Witgood methinks mistress Moth ne'er nephew never niece noble Old Post on't pity poison'd poor pray prison prithee quarto rich Rome servant sirrah Sold soldiers Sord soul speak Steph Stephen Foster sweet thank thee there's thing thou to't troth twas twill uncle unto vex'd vext Virg Virginius Ward what's widow wife WILLIAM ROWLEY woman
Page 45 - Troth, even at home, madam : To tell you truth, I left a gentlewoman Even sitting all alone, which is uncomfortable, Especially to young bloods. Liv. Another excuse ! Moth.
Page 52 - ... great lord, Make me not bold with death and deeds of ruin, Because they fear not you ; me they must fright ; Then am I best in health : should thunder speak, And none regard it, it had lost the name, And were as good be still. I'm not like those That take their soundest sleeps in greatest tempests ; Then wake I most, the weather fearfullest, And call for strength to virtue.
Page 63 - I would not stand thus, And gaze upon you always ; troth, I could not, sir ; As good be blind, and have no use of sight, As look on one thing still : what's the eye's treasure, But change of objects ? You are learned, sir, And know I speak not ill ; 'tis full as virtuous For woman's eye to look on several men, As for her heart, sir, to be fixed on one. Lean. Now thou come'st home to me ; a kiss for that word.
Page 56 - Moth. You have not seen all since, sure ? Bian. That have I, mother, The monument and all : I'm so beholding To this kind, honest, courteous gentleman, You'd little think it, mother ; ' show'd me all, Had me from place to place so fashionably ; The kindness of some people, how 't exceeds ! Faith, I've seen that I little thought to see "1 II the morning when I rose.
Page 27 - So populous in women, and creation So prodigal in beauty, and so various, Yet does love turn thy point to thine own blood ? 'Tis somewhat too unkindly : must thy eye Dwell evilly on the fairness of thy kindred, And seek not where it should? it is...
Page 49 - Liv. You play well the whilst : How she belies her skill ! I hold two ducats, I give you check and mate to your white king, Simplicity itself, your saintish king there.
Page 61 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth . . . The violet bed's not sweeter.
Page 103 - When you're at strongest, and but poor thin clay : Think upon't, brother ; can you come so near it For a fair strumpet's love, and fall into A torment that knows neither end nor bottom For beauty but the deepness of a skin, And that not of their own neither ? Is she a thing Whom sickness dare not visit, or age look on, Or death resist ? does the worm shun her grave ? If not, as your soul knows it, why should lust Bring man to lasting pain for rotten dust ? Duke.
Page 84 - Methinks by right I should not now be living, And then 'twere all well. What a happiness Had I been made of had I never seen her; For nothing makes man's loss grievous to him; But knowledge of the worth of what he loses ; For what he never had, he never misses : She's gone for ever, utterly ; there is As much redemption of a soul from hell, As a fair woman's body from his palace.