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Abdelm Abdelmelec Amurath Baliol Barbary behold blood brave brother Clunch Collier Collier.—Old eds Corebus crown dame daughter death Delia doth Dyce Dyce.—Old eds Elinor England Enter Erest Eumenides Exeunt Exit fair fairest Farewell Faunus fortune Friar friends gentle George Peele give Glocester gods gold grace Guenthian hand hath heart heaven honour Huan Jack Joan John Baliol Jove Juno King of Portugal lady Lancaster line in old Lluellen London Longsh Longshanks lord madam Madge majesty master Mayoress Moor Mortimer Muly Mah Muly Mahamet nymph Old eds P. A. Daniel Pallas Peele Peele's play potter pray prince Prince of Wales printed prose in old queen Rice ap Robin Hood Scena SCENE Sebastian shalt shepherd sing Sir David sith soldiers song stage-direction Stukeley Sussex sweet sword tale tell thee thine thou hast unto Venus Versses Wales wench wife word Zareo
Page 13 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 338 - Gently dip, but not too deep, For fear thou make the golden beard to weep. Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head, And every hair a sheaf shall be, And every sheaf a golden tree.
Page 305 - When as the rye reach to the chin, And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within, Strawberries swimming in the cream, And school-boys playing in the stream; Then O, then O, then O, my true love said, Till that time come again, She could not live a maid.
Page 69 - Elyzium hight, and of the place Her name that governs there Eliza is ; A kingdom that may well compare with mine, An ancient seat of kings, a second Troy, Y-compassed round with a commodious sea...
Page 21 - My love can pipe, my love can sing, My love can many a pretty thing, And of his lovely praises ring My merry merry merry roundelays: "Amen" to Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse.
Page xxxiv - Base minded men al three of you, if by my miserie ye be not warned : for unto none of you (like me) sought those burres to cleave : those Puppits (I meane) that speake from our mouths, those Anticks garnisht in our colours.
Page 10 - Not Iris in her pride and bravery Adorns her Arch with such variety ; Nor doth the Milk-white Way in frosty night Appear so fair and beautiful in sight, As done these fields, and groves, and sweetest bowers, Bestrew'd and deck'd with parti-colour*d flowers.
Page xl - All ye that lovely lovers be, Pray you for me. Lo, here we come a-sowing, a-sowing, And sow sweet fruits of love; In your sweet hearts well may it prove!
Page 311 - FRO. Why, this goes round without a fiddlingstick : but, do you hear, gammer, was this the man that was a bear in the night and a man in the day ? MADGE. Ay, this is he ; and this man that came to him was a beggar, and dwelt upon a green. But soft ! who come here ? O, these are the harvestnen ; ten to one they sing a song of mowing.