The Plays of Philip Massinger,

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John Templeman, 248 Regent Street, John Russell Smith, 4 Old Compton Street., 1840 - English drama - 529 pages
 

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Page xxxiii - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 331 - In all good men's opinions as now ; Nor can my actions, though condemn'd for ill, Cast any foul aspersion upon yours. For though I do contemn report myself, As a mere sound, I still will be so tender Of what concerns you, in all points of honour, That the immaculate whiteness of your fame...
Page 330 - Some Fury's in that gut; Hungry again! Did you not devour, this morning, A shield of brawn, and a barrel of Colchester oysters?
Page 314 - Twas I that, when I heard thee swear if ever Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds thou wouldst Live like an emperor, 'twas I that gave it In ready gold. Deny this, wretch! Tap. I must, sir; For, from the tavern to the taphouse, all, On forfeiture of their licenses, stand bound Ne'er to remember who their best guests were, If they grew poor like you.
Page 329 - MAR. Long since; pray you a word, sir. GREEDY. No wording now. MAR. In troth, I must. My master, Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you, And does entreat you, more guests being come in Than he expected, especially his nephew, The table being full too, you would excuse him, And sup with him on the cold meat.
Page 313 - TAP. What I was, sir, it skills* not; What you are, is apparent. Now, for a farewell, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will torment you, I'll briefly tell your story.
Page 325 - Grant all these beat off, Which if it be in man to do, you'll do it, Mammon, in Sir Giles Overreach, steps in With heaps of ill-got gold, and so much land, To make her more remarkable, as would tire A falcon's wings in one day to fly over.
Page 357 - To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning lamp for ever banish 'd.
Page 318 - For he had a shape, and to that shape a mind Made up of all parts, either great or noble ; So winning a behaviour, not to be Resisted, madam.
Page 423 - I thought then, and blest the house a thousand times she dwelt in. This beauty, in the blossom of my youth, when my first fire knew no adulterate incense, nor I no way to flatter but my fondness; in all...

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