Ben Jonson: Volpone; or, The fox. Epicœne; or, The silent woman. The alchemistT.F. Unwin, 1894 |
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... DAUPHINE EUGENIE , a Knight , his nephew . NED CLERIMONT , a Gentleman , his friend . TRUEWIT , another friend . Sir JOHN DAW , a Knight . Sir AMOROUS LA - FOOLE , a Knight also . THOMAS OTTER , a land and sea Captain . CUTBEARD , a ...
... DAUPHINE EUGENIE , a Knight , his nephew . NED CLERIMONT , a Gentleman , his friend . TRUEWIT , another friend . Sir JOHN DAW , a Knight . Sir AMOROUS LA - FOOLE , a Knight also . THOMAS OTTER , a land and sea Captain . CUTBEARD , a ...
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... Dauphine Eugenie ? Cler . Not these three days . Shall we go to him . this morning ? he is very melancholy , I hear . True . Sick of the uncle , is he ? I met that stiff piece of formality , his uncle , yesterday , with a huge turban of ...
... Dauphine Eugenie ? Cler . Not these three days . Shall we go to him . this morning ? he is very melancholy , I hear . True . Sick of the uncle , is he ? I met that stiff piece of formality , his uncle , yesterday , with a huge turban of ...
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... DAUPHINE EUGENIE . Daup . How now ! what ail you , sirs ? dumb ? True . Struck into stone , almost , I am here , with tales o ' thine uncle . There was never such a prodigy heard of . Daup . I would you would once lose this subject , my ...
... DAUPHINE EUGENIE . Daup . How now ! what ail you , sirs ? dumb ? True . Struck into stone , almost , I am here , with tales o ' thine uncle . There was never such a prodigy heard of . Daup . I would you would once lose this subject , my ...
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... Dauphine all here . True . Why , you oppress me with wonder ; a woman , and a barber , and love no noise ! Cler . Yes , faith . The fellow trims him silently , and has not the knack with his sheers or his fingers ; and that continence ...
... Dauphine all here . True . Why , you oppress me with wonder ; a woman , and a barber , and love no noise ! Cler . Yes , faith . The fellow trims him silently , and has not the knack with his sheers or his fingers ; and that continence ...
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... own ! God be wi ' you , gentlemen . [ Exit hastily . Cler . This is very abrupt ! Daup . Come , you are a strange open man , to tell everything thus , Cler . Why , believe it , Dauphine , Truewit's 160 [ ACT I. EPIC ENE ; OR ,
... own ! God be wi ' you , gentlemen . [ Exit hastily . Cler . This is very abrupt ! Daup . Come , you are a strange open man , to tell everything thus , Cler . Why , believe it , Dauphine , Truewit's 160 [ ACT I. EPIC ENE ; OR ,
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Ben Jonson: Volpone; or, The fox. Epicœne; or, The silent woman. The alchemist Ben Jonson Vista de fragmentos - 1893 |
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afore Ananias Avoc BEN JONSON captain CELIA Centaure Cler Clerimont Corb CORBACCIO Corv Corvino costive court cozened Cutbeard Daup door doth Drug Drugger Exeunt Exit faith fear fellow fetch fool fortune friends gentlemen give gold grace hast hath hear heaven heir honour hope Is't KASTRIL kiss knave knight Knocking La-F LA-FOOLE Lady look lord madam Mammon marry master doctor Master Truewit Mavis means Mistress OTTER Morose NANO never on't play pray Re-enter FACE SCENE Scoto scurvy servant Signior Silent Woman Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw speak strange SUBTLE Surly talk tell thee There's things thou art thou shalt Tis true to-day told Tom Otter troth twas twill unto Volp VOLPONE Volt VOLTORE What's widow wife woman worship
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Página 154 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 155 - ... neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 308 - Why? Do you think I fable with you? I assure you. He that has once the flower of the sun, The perfect ruby which we call elixir, Not only can do that, but by its virtue, Can confer honour, love, respect, long life, Give safety, valour: yea, and victory, To whom he will. In eight and twenty days, I'll make an old man of fourscore, a child.
Página 305 - O, I did look for him With the sun's rising: 'marvel he could sleep! This is the day I am to perfect for him...
Página 310 - Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it? Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir; You have colour for it, crimson : the red ferment Has done, his office; three hours hence prepare you To see projection. Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee aloud, Be rich. This day thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow Give lords th
Página 79 - That the curious shall not know How to tell them as they flow; And the envious, when they find What their number is, be pined.
Página 376 - Face. Come, lady: I knew the doctor would not leave, Till he had found the very nick of her fortune. Kas. To be a countess, say you, a Spanish countess, sir? Dame P. Why, is that better than an English countess?
Página 313 - Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, With prayer and fasting for it : and, sir, let him Do it alone, for me, still.
Página 19 - I oft have heard him say, how he admired Men of your large profession, that could speak To every cause, and things mere contraries, Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law; That, with most quick agility, could turn, And [re-] return; [could] make knots, and undo them; Give forked counsel; take provoking gold On either hand, and put it up: these men, He knew, would thrive with their humility.
Página 77 - He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his gifts in vain : Suns that set may rise again ; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.