Five Old Plays: Forming a Supplement to the Collections of Dodsley and Others

John Payne Collier
W. Pickering, 1833 - 432 sider

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Side 97 - The death of Robert, earle of Huntington, otherwise called Robin Hood of merrie Sherwodde : with the lamentable tragedie of chaste Matilda, his faire maid Marian, poysoned at Dunmowe, by king John. Acted, ike.
Side 12 - I die, by heav'n, if you deny again. I starve for counsel ; take it, look upon it. If you do not, it is an equal plague As if it had been known and published. For God's sake, read ; but with this caution, — By this right hand, by this yet unstain'd sword...
Side 52 - Marian, thou seest though courtly pleasures want, Yet country sport in Sherwood is not scant : For the soul-ravishing delicious sound Of instrumental music, we have found The winged quiristers, with divers notes Sent from their quaint recording* pretty throats, On every branch that compasseth our bower, Without command contenting us each hour. For arras hangings, and rich tapestry, We have sweet nature's best embroidery. For thy steel glass, wherein thou wont'st to look, Thy crystal eyes gaze in...
Side 51 - tis agreed (if thereto shee agree) That faire Matilda henceforth change her name : And, while it is the chance of Robin Hoode To live in Sherewodde a poor outlaw's life, She by Maide Marian's name be only call'd. Mat. I am contented : reade on, Little John : Henceforth let me be nam'd Maide Marian.
Side 84 - I have both bread and beef said the pinder, And good ale of the best. And that is meat good enough, said Robin Hood, For such unbidden
Side 14 - The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil: Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon; And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave. He called it Haemony, and gave it me, And bade me keep it as of sovran use 'Gainst all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp, Or ghastly Furies
Side 21 - For either, hath produo'd thee to the world Without a sex : some say thou art a woman ; Others, a man ; and many, thou art both Woman and man ; but I think rather, neither ; Or man and horse, as th' old Centaurs were feign'd
Side 30 - These orderly, one after another, offered these presents to the king, who scornfully refused : a second after which there came a man bareheaded, with long black shagged hair down to his shoulders, apparelled with an Irish jacket and shirt, having an Irish dagger by his side, and a dart in his hand.
Side 31 - Nor act unnatural possessed this breast. Why am I thus rewarded ? — women ! women ! He's mad, by heaven, that thinks you anything But sensual monsters, and is never wise Nor good, but when he hates you, as I now. I'll not come near one — none of your base sex Shall know me from this time ; for all your virtues Are like the buzzes ' growing in the fields, So wealdy fastened t' ye by Nature's hand That thus much wind blows all away at once.
Side 11 - ... look you, this same fashion does not please me, You were not wont to make your visitation So short and careless.

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