Ben Jonson: Volpone; or, The fox. Epicœne; or, The silent woman. The alchemistT.F. Unwin, 1894 |
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... thoughts he has without now , as he walks : That this might be the last gift he should give ; That this would fetch you ; if you died to - day , And gave him all , what he should be to - morrow ; What large return would come of all his ...
... thoughts he has without now , as he walks : That this might be the last gift he should give ; That this would fetch you ; if you died to - day , And gave him all , what he should be to - morrow ; What large return would come of all his ...
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... thought he should be blest To have his heir of such a suffering spirit , So wise , so grave , of so perplexed a tongue , And loud withal , that would not wag , nor scarce Lie still , without a fee ; when every word Your worship but lets ...
... thought he should be blest To have his heir of such a suffering spirit , So wise , so grave , of so perplexed a tongue , And loud withal , that would not wag , nor scarce Lie still , without a fee ; when every word Your worship but lets ...
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... your good—— Corb . He came unto him , did he ? I thought so . Mos . Yes , and presented him this piece of plate . Scotomia is a dizziness or swimming in the head . Corb . To be his heir ? Mos . I 22 [ ACT I. VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
... your good—— Corb . He came unto him , did he ? I thought so . Mos . Yes , and presented him this piece of plate . Scotomia is a dizziness or swimming in the head . Corb . To be his heir ? Mos . I 22 [ ACT I. VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
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... thought , Or least regard , unto your proper issue , A son so brave , and highly meriting , The stream of your diverted love hath thrown you Upon my master , and made him your heir : He cannot be so stupid , or stone - dead , But out of ...
... thought , Or least regard , unto your proper issue , A son so brave , and highly meriting , The stream of your diverted love hath thrown you Upon my master , and made him your heir : He cannot be so stupid , or stone - dead , But out of ...
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... thought on that too . See , how he should be The very organ to express my thoughts ! Mos . You have not only done yourself a good --- Corb . But multiplied it on my son . Mos . ' Tis right , sir . Corb . Still , my invention . Mos ...
... thought on that too . See , how he should be The very organ to express my thoughts ! Mos . You have not only done yourself a good --- Corb . But multiplied it on my son . Mos . ' Tis right , sir . Corb . Still , my invention . Mos ...
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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.