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⊕	A Christian turned Turk
⊕	A Game at Chess: A Later Form
⊕	A Mad World, My Masters
⊕	A Maidenhead Well Lost
⊕	A Midsummer Night's Dream
⊕	A Yorkshire Tragedy
⊕	Aglaura
⊕	Albumazar: A Comedy
⊕	All Fools
⊕	All's Well that Ends Well
⊕	Antonio and Mellida
⊕	Antonio's Revenge
⊕	Antony and Cleopatra
⊕	As You Like It
⊕	Bartholomew Fair
⊕	Bird in a Cage
⊕	Brennoralt
⊕	Bussy d'Ambois
⊕	Caesar and Pompey
⊕	Campaspe
⊕	Catiline
⊕	Cleopatra
⊕	Comus
⊕	Contention for Honour and Riches
⊕	Coriolanus
⊕	Cymbeline
⊕	Cynthia's Revels
⊕	Dutch Courtesan
⊕	Epicoene
⊕	Every Man in his Humour
⊕	Every Man out of his Humour
⊕	Hamlet
⊕	Henry IV, part 1
⊕	Henry IV, part 2
⊕	Henry V (Q1)
⊕	Henry VI, part 1
⊕	Henry VI, part 2
⊕	Henry VI, part 3
⊕	Henry VIII
⊕	Hyde Park
⊕	Hymen's Triumph
⊕	Jack Drum's Entertainment
⊕	Julius Caesar
⊕	King John
⊕	King Lear
⊕	Locrine
⊕	Love In its Ecstasy: Or, the large Prerogative
⊕	Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments
⊕	Love's Labour's Lost
⊕	Loves Metamorphosis
⊕	Macbeth
⊕	Measure for Measure
⊕	Merry Wives of Windsor
⊕	Much Ado About Nothing
⊕	Mustapha
⊕	not in source
⊕	Othello
⊕	Pericles
⊕	Philaster
⊕	Philotas
⊕	Poetaster
⊕	Richard II
⊕	Richard III
⊕	Romeo and Juliet
⊕	Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet
⊕	Sejanus His Fall
⊕	Sir Giles Goosecap
⊕	Sophonisba
⊕	Taming of the Shrew
⊕	The Atheist's Tragedy
⊕	The Blind Beggar of Alexandria
⊕	The Bondman
⊕	The Case is Altered
⊕	The Changes, or Love in a Maze
⊕	The Comedy of Errors
⊕	The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron
⊕	The Custom of the Country
⊕	The Devil's Law Case
⊕	The Elder Brother
⊕	The Fancies, Chaste and Noble
⊕	The Fawn
⊕	The Goblins
⊕	The Golden Age
⊕	The Grateful Servant
⊕	The Great Duke of Florence
⊕	The Gypsies Metamorphosed
⊕	The Honest Whore, Part I
⊕	The Insatiate Countess
⊕	The Lady of May
⊕	The Little French Lawyer
⊕	The Mad Lover
⊕	The Maid of Honour
⊕	The Malcontent
⊕	The Martyred Souldier
⊕	The Merchant of Venice
⊕	The Miseries of Inforc't Marriage
⊕	The Nice Valour
⊕	The Phoenix
⊕	The Puritan Widow
⊕	The Raging Turk
⊕	The Rival Friends
⊕	The Royal Master
⊕	The Royal Slave
⊕	The Sophy
⊕	The Spanish Curate
⊕	The Staple of News
⊕	The Tempest
⊕	The Tragedy of Nero
⊕	The Traitor
⊕	The Valiant Scot
⊕	The Virgin Widow
⊕	The Wedding
⊕	The White Devil
⊕	The Widow
⊕	The Wonder of a Kingdom
⊕	Timon of Athens
⊕	Titus Andronicus
⊕	Troilus and Cressida
⊕	Twelfth Night
⊕	Two Gentlemen of Verona
⊕	Volpone
⊕	What You Will
⊕	Winter's Tale

The Spanish Curate - Results found: 51

is there a justice, or thunder, my Octavio & he not sunk unto the Center?
By Jacintha, in The Spanish Curate (1.2.11-13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 1

1.
his means are gone –
By Lovegood, in The Spanish Curate (#1.1.5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 6

He keeps the house of pride, &
foolery: I mean to shun it; so return my answer ‘Twill shortly spew him out.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.22-23), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 6

to a woman of her hopes beguiled
A viper trod on, or an aspic mild.
By Violante, in The Spanish Curate (4.3.125-6), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

-- nothing with in but he, & his law-tempest!
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (4.7.31), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

See where the sea comes!
how it foams, & brustles! The great leviathan o’the law, how
it tumbles!
By Lopez, in The Spanish Curate (4.7.35), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

2.
Give good fees, & those beget good causes.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (3.1.13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 15

– Line your cause
warmly Sir, the times are anguish. that holds a plea in heart. hang
the penurious. their causes (like their purses) have poor issues.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (3.1.19-21), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 15

Live
full of money, & supply the lawyer, & take y our choice of what mans
land you please, Sir, what pleasures, or what profits, what revenges They are
all y our own .___
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (3.2.24-7), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 15

- 2.
Remember, varlets, quake
& remember rogues. I have brine for y our buttocks.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (4.6.189-90), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 17

2.
– he has no heat; study consumes his oil.
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (2.2.154-155), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 18

– a modest poor
slight thing, Did I not tell thee He was only given to the book.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.4-5), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 18

Thou may wear him next thy heart, & yet not warm him. His mind ( poor man's) of the
law, how to live after, & not on lewdness. On my conscience he knows not how to
look upon a woman more than by reading what sex she is.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.14-9), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 18

but that
(to perfect my account of sorrow) -- --
By Violante, in The Spanish Curate (4.1.12), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 19

– on easy- yielding wanton
By Jacintha, in The Spanish Curate (3.3.147), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22

-- tired with loose dalliance, & with empty vaines he married her
By Violante, in The Spanish Curate (4.1.9), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22

—the man’s lost. You may gather up his
dry bones to make nine-pins, but for his flesh—
By Jacintha, in The Spanish Curate (4.4.28-30), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 22

I dare tell you to your new cerused face, what I have spoke freely behind your back, what I think of you You are the proudest thing & have the least reason to be so, that I ever read of. In stature
you are a giantess, & your tailor takes measure of you with a
Jacobs staff, or he can never reach you. this, by the way For your large size. Now, in a word or two, To treat of your complexion were decorum, you
are so far from fair, I doubt your mother was too familiar
with the Moore that serve her. Y our limbs, & features I pass briefly
over, as things not worth description, & come roundly to your soul
if you have any. for ‘tis doubtful.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (4.1.32-46), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23

I have spoken.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (5.1.33), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 23

2
—whose all-excelling form disdains comparison with any she, that puts in for a fair one__
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.262-254), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

What curious
nature made with out a pattern, Whose copy she hath lost too –
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.271-72), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

--some prefer the French for their conceited dressings – some the plump
Itatian bona roba’s
By Leandro, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.248-50), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

– I am strucken dumb with wonder! sure
all the excellence of the Earth dwells here.
By Leandro, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.69-70), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

– How his eyes like
torches fling their beams round: how manly his face shows!
By Amaranta, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.71-72), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

-- thus divine lips where perpetual spring grows.
By Leandro, in The Spanish Curate (3.4.94), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 24

I would resign my essence, that he were As happy as my love could
fashion him, though every blessing that should fall on him, might prove a curse to me
By Jacintha, in The Spanish Curate (4.4.6-9), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25

2
– careful too on whom he showers his bounties. He that's liberal
to all alike, may do a good by chance, but never out of
judgment.
By Angelo Milanes, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.20-3), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 26

2
y our gathering sires so long heap muck together that their sons
to rid them of their care wish them in heaven—
By Angelo Milanes, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.5-7), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

-- join farm to farm, suffer no Lordship that in a clear day Falls
in the prospect of your covetous eye to be anothers. forget you are a grandee take use
upon use, & cut the throats of heirs with cozening Mortgages
rack your poor tenants, till they look like so many skeletons
for want of food: And when that widows' curses the ruins of ancient
families, tears of Orphans Have hurried you to the devil, ever remember all was raked up for me, your thankful brother, that will dance merrily upon your grave, perhaps give a double
pistolet to some poor needy friar to say a mass to keep
y our ghost from walking.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.197-211), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

If you can find a loophole though in hell, o look on my behaviour, you shall seeme him ransack y our iron chests. & once again
Pluto’s flamecoloured daughter shall be free to domineer in
Taverns, masks, & revels, as she was used before she was
y our captive.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.214-19), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

– covetous beyond expression. & to increase
his heap will dare the devil & all the plagues of darkness.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.280-282), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

--at home he lived like a chameleon, suck'd the air of misery, & grew
fat by the brewis of an eggshell. would smell a cook's shop, & go
home, & surfeit, & be a month in fasting out that fever.
By Lopez, in The Spanish Curate (4.5.19-23), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

I'll clap four tire of teeth into my mouth more
but I will grind his substance.
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (4.7.129-30), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

2
– So jealous as if you would parallel Old Argus to him you
must multiply his eyes a hundred times. of these none sleep.
He that would charm the heaviest lid must hire a better
Mercury than Jove made use of.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (1.1.283-87), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 28

– My Amaranta
a retired sweet life, Private, & close, & still, & housewifely
becomes a wife, sets off the grace of woman. At home to be
believed both young. & handsome, As lilies that are cased in crystal glasses, Makes up the wonder: shew it abroad, ‘tis stale. &
still the more eyes cheapen it, ‘tis more slubberd. And what need
windows open to inviting? or evening terraces to take opinions when the most wholesome air my wife blows inwards, when good thoughts
are the noblest companions, & old chaste stories wife the best discourses. --
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (2.2.1-12), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 28

The one hundred thousand dreams now that possess him of jealousy, & of
revenge & frailty.
By Angelo Milanes, in The Spanish Curate (4.7.17-8), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 28

2
Can you with one hand prop a falling tower or with the
other stop the raging main when it breaks in on the usurped
shore, or any thing ] that is impossible? and then conclude that there is some
way left to move him to compassion ----
By Octavio, in The Spanish Curate (1.2.6-11), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 29

2.
tame silence ( the balm of the oppress'd )
By Octavio, in The Spanish Curate (1.2.23-24), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 30

– though my
wants were centuplied upon myself. I could be patient –
By Jacintha, in The Spanish Curate (1.2.28-29), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 30

2.
they with joy behold the models of their youth, & as their root
decays those budding branches Sprout forth, & flourish to
renew their age.
By DonHenrique, in The Spanish Curate (1.3.15-17), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 31

– they eat nothing but herbs &
get nothing but green sauce. there are Some poor labourers that perhaps
once in seven years with helping one another produce some
few pined butter prints, that scarce hold the christening neither.
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (2.1.66-70), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 31

2.
And handle her case, master; that's a law-point, a point would make him start, and put on his spectacles a hidden point were
worth the canvassing.
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (2.3.143-45), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

If my youth do dub him
By Lopez, in The Spanish Curate (2.3.152), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

– plough with his
fine white heifer.
By Arsenio, in The Spanish Curate (2.3.12-13), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

– crown his Lawyer a learn'd monster
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (2.4.16-28), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

-- a thick ram headed knave –
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (5.2.85), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

2.
If I stood here to plead in the defense of an ill man,
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (3.3.66-67), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 34

It would be requisite I should deck my Language with tropes, & figures, & all flourishes that grace a Rhetorician. 'tis confess'd Adulterate metals need the goldsmith's art to set em off. what in itself is perfect contemns a borrowed gloss.
By Bartolus, in The Spanish Curate (3.3.70-75), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 34

a lawyer that entangles all
mens honesties. & lives like a spider in a cobweb lurking, &
catching at all flies that pass his pit-falls. puts powder to
all states to make ‘em caper.
By Lopez, in The Spanish Curate (4.5.166-70), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 35

– Nothing with in, but he, &
his lawtempest.
By Diego, in The Spanish Curate (4.7.31), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 35

2.
when we are red with murder, let us often bath in blood,
the col our will be scarlet.
By Don Jamie, in The Spanish Curate (5.2.137-39), Francis Beaumont
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 36