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Updated: May 28, 2025
It was the scene of Petruchio and the tailor over again: Gen. McC. "Why, what, i' th' Devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?" Committee. "You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time." Gen. McC. "Marry, I did; but, if you be remembered, I did not bid you mar it to the time."
"Thou call'st art godlike it is so, in truth, And was," replied the master to the youth, "Ere yet its secrets were applied to use Ere yet it served beleaguered Syracuse: Ask'st thou from art, but what the art is worth? The fruit? for fruit go cultivate the earth. He who the goddess would aspire unto, Must not the goddess as the woman woo!"
Upon thy darksome bridge, Eternity, I stand e'en now, dread thought! Take, then, these joy-credentials back from me! Unopened I return them now to thee, Of happiness, alas, know naught! Before Thy throne my mournful cries I vent, Thou Judge, concealed from view! To yonder star a joyous saying went With judgment's scales to rule us thou art sent, And call'st thyself Requiter, too!
Faustus raised the devil, as the Parliament raised the army, and then, as the devil flies away with Faustus, so will the army fly away with the Parliament, or the rump, as thou call'st it, or sitting part of the so-called Parliament.
How call'st thou the deep gray lonely pool under a steep frowning crag sharpened well-nigh to a spear point, that I passed yester afternoon?"
"We have nought to do with thy church, as thou call'st it," said he who, by a small feather in front of his morion, appeared to be the corporal of the party; "we see not why men of gifts should not be heard within these citadels of superstition, as well as the voice of the men of crape of old, and the men of cloak now.
"Thou call'st Art godlike it is so, in truth, And was," replied the master to the youth, "Ere yet its secrets were applied to use Ere yet it served beleaguered Syracuse. Ask'st thou from Art but what the Art is worth? The fruit? For fruit go cultivate the Earth. He who the goddess would aspire unto Must not the goddess as the woman woo!" Trans. by BULWER.
"How call'st thou this thy dress?" we said to her, and she Made answer with a word full of malicious grace. "Breaker of Hearts," quoth she, "I call it, for therewith I've broken many a heart among the human race." Then they dressed her in the seventh dress, which was of a colour between saffron and orange, even as says the poet: Scented with sandal and musk and ambergris, lo! she comes.
Enter Gayman like a Ghost, with a Torch. Sir Cau. Oh Lord, oh Lord! Gay. Sir Feeb. Gay. Thou call'st in vain, fond Wretch for I am Bellmour, Whom first thou robb'st of Fame and Life, And then what dearer was, his Wife. Sir Cau. Oh Lord oh Lord! Enter L. Fulbank in an undress, and Pert undrest. L. Ful. Heavens, what noise is this? Sir Feeb. Stay, Madam, stay 'tis I, a poor trembling Mortal.
"Fie, thou old hag! thou call'st me a good youth, but thou shouldst first feed and give me drink, and prepare me a bath, then only shouldst thou ask me questions." The Baba-Yaga fed him and gave him to drink, and made ready a bath for him, and the Tsarevich told her he was seeking his wife, Vasilisa. "I know," said the Baba-Yaga; "she is now with Koshchei.
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