A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3

I have not been able to give in the present volume the unpublished play of Heywood's to which I referred in the Preface to Vol. I. When I came to transcribe the play, I found my...

_Ia_. Captaine _Fowleweather_, my Lady the Countes _Eugenia_ commends her most kindly to you, and is determined to morrowe morning earely, if it be a frost, to take her Coach to...

_Mom_. Respect him not so; for as he is a Gentleman he is noble; as he is wealthily furnished with true knowledge, he is rich, and therein adorn'd with the exactest complements...

How vainele doe I offer my strange love? I marry, and bid states, and entertaine Ladies with tales, and jests, and Lords with newes, And keepe a House to feast _Acteons_ hounds...

_Fur_. Doe so sir _Gyles_, and withall use meanes To taint their high blouds with the shafte of Love. Sometimes a fingers motion wounds their mindes: A jest, a jesture, or a pre...

_Eug_. Why, _Clarence_ is your judgement bent to show A common lovers passion? let the World, That lives without a hart, and is but showe, Stand on her empty, and impoisoned for...

_Flo_. _Albertus_, welcome.--And now, _Cornelia_, Are we alone? looke first; I, all is safe. Daughter, I charge thee now even by that love In which we have been partiall towards...

_Doct_. I spit your nose, and yet it is no violence. I will give a de prove a dee good reason. Reguard, Monsieur: you no point eate a de meate to daie, you be de empty; be gar y...

_Luc_. Unhealthful is the melancholic earth: O let my Lord rest on _Lucilia's_ lappe. Ile helpe to shield you from the searching ayre And keepe the colde dampes from your gentle...

An ill-shaped and repulsive piece of work it certainly is; crude and cheerless, but marked with signs of unmistakable power. At the time when I made the extracts for the Appendi...

_Bus_. Shunne not hys syghte that dothe adore your syghte. How fares the Empresse? Like to a bloweinge rose Nypt with a colde frost, will she styll keepe in Cyrckled with ice?

_Char_. No more; He that perswades me from thys loved embrace Is my most mortall enemye, and here I sweare Ile hate hym to destructyon. O, _Gabriella_, come; thy syster sleepes...

_Gan_. Sir, I am just of your opynion I; For what extreame beast but a foolishe curre Would envye that which he hym selfe dispyses? Be not offended, Sir, thoughe symple I Can li...

_Bus_. That when I shall Meete hym uppon a way was never usde By horse nor man, & I myselfe to ryde Neyther on horse, mare, asse, & yet the beast An usuall thynge for burthen, &...

_Gan_. Fayth, it will not neede, I knowe my ende of journey. For hys deathe I murderd theise: thys temporyzinge knave Buryed him last nyght; all I can aleadge Agaynst hym is con...

_Pem_. Must I be spokesman? _Pembrooke_ plead for love? Whose tounge tuned to the Instruments of war Never knew straine of fancy; on my breathe Affection never dwelt, but war an...

_Pet_. This is my wayting night: tis for no good That I stand sentronell. Well, good or ill, I care not greatly, so I get the gold: Therefore, to avoyd prolixity, here walke I....

_Clow_. Goe from your sight? then let me goe out of your company, for I had as leeve leave your sight as your company. Is this my reward for watching and watching? Oh, Mistris,...

_Nav_. Is it my sonne thou makst thy valours prise And striv[e]st to eternize with thy sword? Let me embrace thee. Not alone my shield, But I will leave my heart upon his shrine...

_Phil_. Now are his trecheries repaid with death. Philip and Pembrooke, sound your retreats With better hope; in him all hatred ends: The kings will now love peace and soone be...

[131] To "outface with a card of ten" was just what we mean by "browbeat." The expression (which is very common) was no doubt drawn from the game of primero.