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Ben Jonson

The Alchemist

  • Moulibrata Sarkarhar citeretfor 6 år siden
    Obviously Jonson was brave, combative, and not averse to talking of himself and his doings.
    In 1592, Jonson returned from abroad penniless.
  • b3148862965har citeretsidste år
    "All that I am in arts, all that I know;"
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think
    What a young wife and a good brain may do;
    Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too.
    Speak for thy self, knave."
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    That master
    That had received such happiness by a servant,
    In such a widow, and with so much wealth,
    Were very ungrateful, if he would not be
    A little indulgent to that servant's wit,
    And help his fortune, though with some small strain
    Of his own candour.
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    KAS. Yes, an thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy,
    I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,
    Than her own state.
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    KAS. 'Slight, I must love him! I cannot choose, i'faith,
    An I should be hang'd for't! Suster, I protest,
    I honour thee for this match
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    KAS. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly,
    have you not?
    Did not I say, I would never have you tupp'd
    But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a lady-tom?
    'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now.
    Death, mun' you marry, with a pox!
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    ANA. I am strong,
    And will stand up, well girt, against an host
    That threaten Gad in exile.
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    LOVE. Mine earnest vehement botcher,
    And deacon also, I cannot dispute with you:
    But if you get you not away the sooner,
    I shall confute you with a cudgel.
  • Leonie Stofferhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    ANA. I do defy
    The wicked Mammon, so do all the brethren,
    Thou profane man! I ask thee with what conscience
    Thou canst advance that idol against us,
    That have the seal? were not the shillings number'd,
    That made the pounds; were not the pounds told out,
    Upon the second day of the fourth week,
    In the eighth month, upon the table dormant,
    The year of the last patience of the saints,
    Six hundred and ten?
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