humanities.lit.authors.shakespeare

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Pierce Penilesse
HIS SVPPLICATION to the Diuell.

Barbaria grandis habere nihil.

Written by Tho. Nash, Gent.

printed by Abell Iesses, for I.B. 1592.
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I was informde of late dayes, that a certaine blind Retayler called
the Diuell, vsed to lend money vpon pawnes, or any thing, and would
lette one for a needle haue A THOUSAND POUNDS vppon a Statute Merchant
of his soule: or if a man plide him thoroughly, would trust him vppon
a Bill of his hande without any more circumstance.
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Spam Scone wrote HLAS:

> Inscription by GBS dated April 27, 1917,
> in a book of Shaw plays,
> including Dark Lady of the Sonnets.
> This book in such good sense abounds
> That it *is WORTH a thousand pounds*
> To child and parent, nurse and teacher.
> It has, besides, the useful feature
> Of saving you from ever dreaming
> That Bacon-Shakespeare's double seeming
> Proves anything except that foozling
> With cyphers leads to self-bamboozling....

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___*WORTH* : *VERDI* (Norwegian)
___*WORTH* : *V=C4RDI* (Swedish)
___*WORTH* : *V=C6RDI* (Danish)
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<<...as also for the special good favour I bear to Master Frobisher,
to offer unto you to be an ADVENTURER therein for the sum of
ONE THOUSAND POUNDS or more, if you like to admit thereof,
which sum or sums upon your certificate of admittance,
I will enter into bond, From the Court, the 21st of May 1578.
=2E Your loving friend
=2E Edward Oxenford>>
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*is WORTH a thousand pounds*
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`Now then! Show your ticket, child!' the Guard went on,
looking angrily at Alice. And a great many voices all said
together (`like the chorus of a song,' thought Alice),
`Don't keep him waiting, child!

Why, his time *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a minute!'

`I'm afraid I haven't got one,' Alice said in a frightened tone:
`there wasn't a ticket-office where I came from.' And again
the chorus of voices went on. `There wasn't room for one where
she came from.

The land there *is WORTH a thousand pounds* an inch!'

`Don't make excuses,' said the Guard: `you should have bought
one from the engine-driver.' And once more the chorus of voices
went on with `The man that drives the engine.

Why, the smoke alone *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a puff!'

Alice thought to herself, `Then there's no use in speaking.'
The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to
her great surprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you
understand what THINKING IN CHORUS means--for I must confess
that _I_ don't), `Better say nothing at all.

Language *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a word!'

`I shall dream about a thousand pounds tonight,
I know I shall!' thought Alice.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUSI buy A THOUSAND POUND a year: I buy a ROPE.
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<later the Earl of Suffolk, to whom the translation of Don Quixote was
dedicated. His wife, Catherine, Lady Suffolk received a payment of
=A31,000 a year from the King of Spain for her work on his behalf in
this country. What this consisted of has remained a secret.
Shelton may have worked for her
and have undertaken missions in Spain, and on these visits
to Madrid, Shelton may have met and conferred with Cervantes.
From 1603 to 1614, Suffolk, the builder of Audley End, near Saffron
Walden in Essex, was Lord Chamberlain to the royal household. However,
it must be stressed that there is no evidence that the Thomas Shelton
who worked for Lady Suffolk was the Thomas Shelton who translated Don
Quixote. We have no further information about either man, if indeed
two men by this name are involved.>>
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<physitian, married, and by her had on daughter married, to wit,
the Lady Bernard of Abbingdon. I have heard that Mr. Shakspeare
was a natural wit, without any art at all; hee frequented the plays
all his younger time, but in his elder days lived at Stratford,
and supplied the stage with two plays every year,
and for itt had an allowance so large, that hee spent att the rate
of =A31,000 a-year, as I have heard. Shakespeare, Drayton, and
Ben Jonson, had a merie meeting, and itt seems drank too hard, for
Shakespear died of a feavour there contracted. Remember to peruse
Shakespeare's plays; and bee much versed in them, that I may not bee
ignorant in that matter. Whether Dr. Heylin does well, in reckoning
up the dramatick poets which have been famous in England,
to omit Shakespeare.>> -- WARD, REV. JOHN, 1648-78, Diary
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1850
LIONIZING
by Edgar Allan Poe

The Duchess of Bless-my-Soul was sitting for her portrait; the
Marquis of So-and-So was holding the Duchess' poodle; the Earl of
This-and-That was flirting with her salts; and his Royal Highness of
Touch-me-Not was leaning upon the back of her chair.
I approached the artist and turned up my nose.
"Oh, beautiful!" sighed her Grace.
"Oh, my!" lisped the Marquis.
"Oh, shocking!" groaned the Earl.
"Oh, abominable!" growled his Royal Highness.
"What will you take for it?" asked the artist.
"For his nose!" shouted her Grace.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I, sitting down.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS?" inquired the artist, musingly.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
"Beautiful!" said he, entranced.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
"Do you warrant it?" he asked, turning the nose to the light.
"I do," said I, blowing it well.
"Is it quite original?" he inquired, touching it with reverence.
"Humph!" said I, twisting it to one side.
"Has no copy been taken?" he demanded, surveying it through a
microscope.
"None," said I, turning it up.
"Admirable!" he ejaculated, thrown quite off his guard by the beauty
of the manoeuvre.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS?" said he.
"Precisely," said I.
"A THOUSAND POUNDS?" said he.
"Just so," said I.
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<three weeks, or to be more exact, in nineteen days, for he was back
begging on the twentieth. Then he was given a lodge to keep, exactly
as he had feared upon the island; and he still lives, a great
favourite, though something of a BUTT, with the country boys,
and a notable singer IN CHURCH on Sundays and saints' days.>>
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Americans have already subscribed =A31,000 for an American memorial
window to be put in the Shakespeare Church at Avon. About
three-fourths of the visitors to Shakespeare's tomb are Americans. If
you will show me any American who has visited England and has not seen
that tomb, Barnum shall be on his track next week. It was an American
who roused into its present vigorous life, England's dead interest in
her Shakespearean remains. Think of that! Imagine the house that
Shakespeare was born in being brought bodily over here and set up on
American soil! That came within an ace of being done once. A reputable
gentleman of Stratford told me so. The old building was going to wreck
and ruin. Nobody felt quite reverence enough for the dead dramatist to
repair and take care of his house; so an American came along ever so
quietly and bought it. The deeds were actually drawn and ready for the
signatures. Then the thing got wind and there was a fine stir in
England! The sale was stopped. Public-spirited Englishmen headed a
revival of reverence for the poet, and from that day to this every
relic of Shakespeare in Stratford has been sacred, and zealously
cared for accordingly. Can you name the American who once owned
Shakespeare's birth place for twenty-four hours?
There is but one who could ever have conceived of such
an unique and ingenious enterprise, and he is the man
I refer to - P. T. Barnum.

MARK TWAIN - HARTFORD, Monday, April 26, 1875
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http://www.rickwalton.com/folktale/bryant62.htm

"Men call me the Pied Piper," said the man, "and I know a way to draw
after me everything that walks, or flies, or swims. What will you give
me if I rid your town of rats?"

"Anything, anything," said the Mayor. "I don't believe you can do it,
but if you can, I'll give you a thousand guineas."
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http://www.areoka.com/storytm/grimmbros/piedpipe.html

"I've freed other towns of beetles and bats," the stranger announced,
"and for a thousand florins, I'll rid you of your rats!"
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http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/etext/piper/

92 ``Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats:
93 ``And as for what your brain bewilders,
94 ``If I can rid your town of rats
95 ``Will you give me a thousand guilders?''

152 ``Of the rats!'' -- when suddenly, up the face
153 Of the Piper perked in the market-place,
154 With a, ``First, if you please, my thousand guilders!''
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Terry Ross wrote HLAS:

<who was a character in 3H6 and R3.

Here is Oxford's entire part in *Richard III*:

OXFORD EVERy man's conscience is a thousand swords,
To fight against that bloody homicide.>>
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[King Richard the Third (Folio) 5.2]
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
others, with drum and colours.

Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,
To fight against this guilty Homicide.

Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.

Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,
Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.
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Becomes simply 1st Lord in Quarto:
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[King Richard the Third (Quarto) 5.2]
Enter Richmond with drums and trumpets.

1 Lord Euerie mans conscience is a thousand swordes,
To fight against that bloudie homicide.

2 Lord I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs.

3 Lord He hath no friendes, but who are friendes for feare,
Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him.
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Art Neuendorffer