Patient Grissil: A ComedyShakespeare Society, 1841 - 96 pages |
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adieu Art thou babes Babulo barley-break basket-maker bear beauty beggars Boccaccio bride brother Cod udge court courtier cousin marquess daughter dear dost thou doth duke Enter GRISSIL Enter MARQUESS Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell Farneze father fool Furio God's plude gracious lord Gwalter Gwenthyan hand hang hath heart HENRY CHETTLE here's hur lady Hymen Janiculo Julia kiss knight knog lady laty Laureo Lepido looks madam mage Mario Marquess of Saluzzo marry master mistress nurse old copy ONOPHRIO Owen's Patient Grissell Pavia Petrarch petter pogs poor pray pridle Rees repatoes Rice rich Saluzzo servant Signor Emulo Sir Emulo Sir Ow Sir Owen Sirrah smile soul swear sweet tage teal tears tell thee thine tongue true Urcenze wands Welsh what's whee widow wife WILLIAM HAUGHTON wrong
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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...