The Ancient British Drama ...

Walter Scott
W. Miller, 1810 - 614 sider

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Side 451 - That hath redeem'd our souls, mark not my face, Nor hack me with your sword : but let me go Perfect and undeformed to my tomb. I am not worthy that I should prevail In the least suit ; no, not to speak to you, Nor look on you, nor to be in your presence : Yet as an abject this one suit I crave ; This granted, I am ready for my grave.
Side 441 - twas for you. Say I incur The general name of villain through the world, Of traitor to my friend: I care not, I. Beggary, shame, death, scandal, and reproach, For you I'll hazard all : why, what care I ? For you I'll live, and in your love I'll die.
Side 118 - Thou mayst lie chaste now ! it were fine, methinks, To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts, And unclean brothels : sure 'twould fright the sinner, And make him a good coward : put a reveller Out of his antick amble, And cloy an epicure with empty dishes. Here might a scornful and ambitious woman Look through and through herself.
Side 454 - That you should lay this penance on their son? When I but think of Master Frankford's love, And lay it to my treason, or compare My murdering him for his relieving me, It strikes a terror like a lightning's flash To scorch my blood up. Thus I, like the owl...
Side 438 - To answer at th' assize for them that's dead. Frank. I thank your pains, sir: had the news been better, Your will was to have brought it, Mr.
Side 456 - 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, oh ! 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.
Side 59 - Fortune, the great commandress of the world» Hath divers ways to advance her followers : To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour...
Side 244 - Raymond Mounchensey, I would have thee know, He does not breathe this air, whose love I cherish, And whose soul I love more than Mounchensey's : Nor ever in my life did see the man Whom, for his wit and many virtuous parts, I think more worthy of my sister's love. But since the matter grows unto this pass, I must not seem to cross my father's will; But when thou list to visit her by night, My horse is saddled, and the stable door Stands ready for thee ; use them at thy pleasure. In honest marriage...
Side 448 - My boots and spurs : where's Jenkin ? God forgive me, How I neglect my business ! Wife, look here ; I have a matter to be tried to-morrow By eight o'clock ; and my attorney writes me I must be there betimes with evidence, Or it will go against me.

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