The Plays, Volumen3

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G. and W. Nicol, 1813
 

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Página 500 - I have heard all, and the choice that you have made, And, with my finger, can point out the north star By which the loadstone of your folly's' guided ; And, to confirm this true, what think you of Fair Margaret, the only child and heir Of Cormorant Overreach?
Página 569 - Overreach' states thrice centupled, his daughter Millions of degrees much fairer than she is, Howe'er I might urge precedents to excuse me, I would not so adulterate my blood By marrying Margaret, and so leave my issue Made up of several pieces, one part scarlet, And the other London blue. In my own tomb I will inter my name first.
Página 565 - Of what was common, to my private use ; Nay, when my ears are pierced with widows' cries, And undone orphans wash with tears my threshold, I only think what 'tis to have my daughter Right honourable ; and 'tis a powerful charm Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity, Or the least sting of conscience.
Página 520 - I'll have her well attended ; there are ladies Of errant knights decay'd, and brought so low, That, for cast clothes and meat, will gladly serve her; And 'tis my glory, though I come from the city, To have their issue, whom I have undone, To kneel to mine, as bond-slaves.
Página 589 - Arm'd with his cutthroat practices to guard him The right that I bring with me will defend me, And punish his extortion.
Página 507 - I much hope it These were your father's words : " If e'er my son Follow the war, tell him it is a school Where all the principles tending to honour Are taught, if truly...
Página 570 - Tis not grown public conference ? or the favours Which you too prodigally have thrown on Wellborn, Being too reserved before, incur not censure ? L.
Página 562 - That can be in the world ; for four miles' riding Could not have raised so huge an appetite As I feel gnawing on me. Mar. Whether you ride, Or go afoot, you are that way still provided, An it please your worship.
Página 380 - To stay awhile. Rest, rest in peace, dear earth ! Thou that broughtst rest to their unthankful lives, Whose cruelty denied thee rest in death ! Here stands thy poor executor, thy son, That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death ; Who gladlier puts on this captivity, Than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds.
Página 598 - Included in myself? to what use then Are friends and servants ? Say there were a squadron Of pikes, lined through with shot, when I am mounted Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge them ? No : I'll through the battalia, and that routed, [Flourishing his sword sheathed.

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