A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 15

+Fab.+ I found him newly got out of his bed; He seem'd much satisfied, though much surpris'd, With your arrival; and as soon as possibly He can get ready, he'll be with you here...

+Don J.+ Albricias,[11] friend, for the good news I bring you: All has fallen out as well as we could wish. As to Elvira's settling with my sister, So lucky a success in our fir...

I see you sleep not in your friend's concerns, You are so early; and since so, the sooner We fix a resolution, certainly 'Twill be the better. 'Twas no small point gain'd, To fr...

+Don Z.+ You'll be at little, unless you leave your jesting With such edge-tools. Is banishment from her Matter of raillery? Say, sirrah, and say Quickly, what hopes?---- Prythe...

+Don J.+ Bless'd be the gods that yet my honour's safe Amidst such strange perplexities, from which Fortune and wit (I think) together join'd, With all their strength, could har...

+Don H.+ How happy are the men of easy phlegm, Born on the confines of indifference: Holding from nature the securest tenure, The peaceful empire o'er themselves; which we, Th'...

+San.+ Faith, at the novelty of your amours, To fall in love with one you hardly saw, And marry one you never saw: 'tis pretty; But we poor mortals have another method.

+Por.+ _To the clouds_ you would say, Flora; for stars, In this occasion, would not much befriend us. Pray, cousin, when Octavio shall arrive, Do you and Flora watch above with...

+Don O.+ I would have sallied out and kill'd the rogue, In whose pow'r thou hast put it to destroy us. Can it be doubted but that long ere this He has acquainted Henrique where...

+Ped.+ Dame Flora and Signior Diego, go in there; and you, my friends, set down the chair, and let the lady out; go, there's money for you. I'll go fetch a candle.

_Enter +Duke+ from war, in triumph, leading in his hand +Artabella+, a woman of that country from whence he came, with +Arbatus+ her brother, and +Zoranzo+ prisoner; and on the...

+Zor.+ Sure, 'tis not kind of those great pow'rs above, To add these chains to me that am in love. As to my bed of straw, I am content, Since any bed from her is punishment. To...

+Amph.+ How false a woman to all eyes I seem, Because I still will hide my constant love! This way I take will bravely break my heart, To tell the duke were sneakingly to die: S...

+Arb.+ My lord, I find you truly noble. Why, duke; why, duke! I say. Methinks my voice should wake his guilty soul, Nothing but innocence can sleep secure; Then why, good heaven...

+Phil.+ And the hugest loss of All is one Master Pinguister, a lovely Fat gentleman, whom all that knew him, doubt him To be dead upon some privy-house; because He purged every...

Interlude of the Four Elements. The Tragic-Comedy of Calisto and Melibæa. Everyman: A Moral Play. Hickscorner. The Pardoner and the Friar. The World and the Child. God's Promise...