The Works of John Webster, Volume 4

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William Pickering., 1830
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Page 78 - Tugs at his oar against the stubborn wave, Straining his rugged veins, snores fast; The stooping scythe-man, that doth barb the field, Thou makest wink sure.
Page 8 - I have myself, therefore, set forth this comedy ; but so, that my enforced absence must much rely upon the printer's discretion : but I shall entreat slight errors in orthography may be as slightly over-passed, and that the unhandsome shape which this trifle in reading presents, may be pardoned for the pleasure it once afforded you when it was presented with the soul of lively action.
Page 15 - I wonder you would play it, another com" pany having interest in it. " CUNDALL. Why not Malevole* in folio with us, " as leronimo in decimo sexto with them ? They " taught us a name for our play ; we call it, One for " another. " SLY. What are your additions ?
Page 73 - Bil. Thou art ever my politician. O, how happy is that old lord that hath a politician to his young lady ! I'll have fifty gentlemen shall attend upon me : marry, the most of them shall be farmers...
Page 119 - Nay, by mine honour, madam, as good ha' ne'er a husband as a banished husband; he's in another world now. I'll tell ye, lady, I have heard of a sect that maintained, when the husband was asleep the wife might lawfully entertain another man, for then her husband was as dead ; much more when he is banished. Maria. Unhonest creature!
Page 123 - Si quoties peccant homines : — if as " often as courtiers play the knaves, honest men " should be angry — why, look ye, we must collogue* " sometimes, forswear sometimes. " MAL. Be damned sometimes ! " BIL. Right . Nemo omnibus horis sapit : no man " can be honest at all hours : necessity often de
Page 58 - Rivels the skin, casts ashes in men's faces, Bedulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood, Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die, let him succeed.
Page 67 - How fortune dotes on impudence ! I am in private the adopted son of yon good prince. I must be duke. Why, if I must, I must. Most silly lord, name me? O heaven! I see God made honest fools to maintain crafty knaves.
Page 105 - tis, lady; where, instead of masks, Music, tilts, tourneys, and such court-like shows, The hollow murmur of the checkless winds Shall groan again; whilst the unquiet sea Shakes the whole rock with foamy battery. There usherless the air comes in and out : The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weep, Whilst you behold true desolation...
Page 103 - Which we abhor; like deed, not doer. Then conclude, They live not to cry out 'ingratitude!' One stick burns t'other, steel cuts steel alone. 'Tis good trust few, but O, 'tis best trust none!

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