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A Select Collection of Old Plays in Twelve Volumes Vol. I., Volume 1
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1st Friar 2d Friar Abigail Ample Anthony Barabas brother Bungay Calymath Cinna Clerimont constable consul Cornelia Courtezan daughter death devil doth Edward Elder Pallatine Engine Enter Ermsby Eugenio Euphues Exeunt Exit fair farewel father Favorinus fear fortune Francisco Franklin Fresingfield Friar Bacon friends Fulvia Gabriel Harvey gentlemen Ginet gold Governor hath hear heart Heaven hither honour hope Ithamore Jew of Malta King Lacy lady Lectorius Leucothoe live Lodge Lodowick lord Luce Lucretius Lucy madam maid Malta Margaret marry master master constable Mathias Meager Miles Mistress Snore ne'er night Pall Pert Philia Borzo Philocles poison'd Polymetes Pompey pray prince Psectas Ralph Roman Rome Roscio Serlsby Shallow shew sirrah soldiers speak sweet Sylla tell thee there's thine Thomas Lodge thou art thoughts Thrift Thwack unto Vandermast Virro William Davenant words Young Marius Younger Pallatine
Page 253 - And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity. This is the ware wherein consists my wealth ; And thus methinks should men of judgment frame Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade, And, as their wealth increaseth, so enclose Infinite riches in a little room.
Page 251 - Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps, And now the Guise is dead is come from France To view this land, and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious, But such as love me guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words ; Admired I am of those that hate me most.
Page 253 - Wearying his fingers' ends with telling it, Would in his age be loth to labour so, And for a pound to sweat himself to death. Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, That trade in metal of the purest mould ; The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks Without control can pick his riches up, And in his house heap pearl like pebble-stones, Receive them free, and sell them by the weight -, Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling...
Page 256 - Or urged by force; and nothing violent, Oft have I heard tell, can be permanent. Give us a peaceful rule; make Christians kings, That thirst so much for principality. I have no charge, nor many children, But one sole daughter, whom I hold as dear As Agamemnon did his Iphigen; And all I have is hers.
Page 257 - Are come from Turkey, and lie in our road : And they this day sit in the council-house To entertain them and their embassy.
Page 269 - Who's this? fair Abigail, the rich Jew's daughter, Become a nun ! her father's sudden fall Has humbled her, and brought her down to this : Tut, she were fitter for a tale of love, Than to be tired out with orisons ; And better would she far become a bed, Embraced in a friendly lover's arms, Than rise at midnight to a solemn mass.
Page 264 - She-asses : but for every one of those, Had they been valued at indifferent rate, I had at home, and in mine argosy, And other ships that came from Egypt last, As much as would have bought his beasts and him. And yet have kept enough to live upon...
Page 280 - As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about and poison wells...