The Dramatic Works of Thomas Heywood: With a Life of the Poet, and Remarks on His Writings, Volume 6

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Shakespeare Society, 1853
 

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Page 149 - Twas, sister, for your love : With full five hundred pounds he bought your love, And shall he not enjoy it? Shall the weight Of all this heavy burden lean on me. And will not you bear part ? You did partake The joy of my release ; will you not stand In joint-bond bound to satisfy the debt ? Shall I be only charg'd ? Susan. But that I know These arguments come from an honour'd mind, As in your most extremity of need Scorning to stand in debt to one you hate, Nay, rather would engage your unstain'd...
Page 113 - I'm hurried to mine own destruction! There goest thou, the most perfect'st man That ever England bred a gentleman, And shall I wrong his bed? — Thou God of thunder! Stay, in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great, almighty, and all-judging hand From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a traitor to his friend.
Page 10 - Philip and Mary, by the grace of God, king and queen of England, France, Naples, Jerusalem, and Ireland, defenders of the faith...
Page 60 - They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar...
Page 150 - Impute it not to my immodesty. My brother, being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me, According to his poverty hath brought you Me, all his store ; whom, howsoe'er you prize, As forfeit to your hand, he values higldy, And would not sell, but to acquit your debt, For any emperor's ransom.
Page 159 - I'm now bound, I was so impudent to wish you here ; And once more beg your pardon. Oh ! good man. And father to my children, pardon me. Pardon, O pardon me : my fault so heinous is, That if you in this world forgive it not, Heaven will not clear it in the world to come. Faintness hath so...
Page 122 - But soft, soft, let toe call my wits together. A poor, poor wench to my great adversary Sister, whose very souls denounce stern war One against other. How now, Frank, turn'd fool Or madman, whether ? But no ! master of My perfect senses and directest wits.
Page 154 - If you return unto your master, say (Though not from me; for I am all unworthy To blast his name so with a strumpet's tongue) That you have seen me weep, wish myself dead. Nay, you may say too (for my vow is passed) Last night you saw me eat and drink my last.
Page 155 - Go, break this lute upon my coach's wheel, As the last music that I e'er shall make, — Not as my husband's gift, but my farewell To all earth's joy; and so your master tell!
Page 132 - So did my cousin Tidy; was it he? So Master Roder, Master Sandy, too. Which of all these did this high kindness do? SUSAN. Charles, can you mock me in your poverty, Knowing your friends deride your misery? Now, I protest I stand so much...