Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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... FALL VOLPONE • THE ALCHEMIST CATILINE HIS CONSPIRACY THE NEW INN THE SAD SHEPHERD * ALL FOOLS GEORGE CHAPMAN • BYRON'S CONSPIRACY BYRON'S TRAGEDY • * THE GENTLEMAN USHER BUSSY D'AMBOIS * FURTHER EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME * BUSSY D'AMBOIS ...
... FALL VOLPONE • THE ALCHEMIST CATILINE HIS CONSPIRACY THE NEW INN THE SAD SHEPHERD * ALL FOOLS GEORGE CHAPMAN • BYRON'S CONSPIRACY BYRON'S TRAGEDY • * THE GENTLEMAN USHER BUSSY D'AMBOIS * FURTHER EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME * BUSSY D'AMBOIS ...
الصفحة 7
... fall his eyes , even new unclosed , Beheld the queen , and cried to her for help . We then , alas ! the ladies , which that time Did there attend , seeing that heinous deed , And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother , and to ...
... fall his eyes , even new unclosed , Beheld the queen , and cried to her for help . We then , alas ! the ladies , which that time Did there attend , seeing that heinous deed , And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother , and to ...
الصفحة 8
... fall , and kiss'd him in the face , With tears for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Even Jove with justice must with lightning flames From heaven ...
... fall , and kiss'd him in the face , With tears for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Even Jove with justice must with lightning flames From heaven ...
الصفحة 12
... fall ; the steep is fairest plain , And error safest guide unto his end , Who nothing but mischance can have to friend . We parents are but nature's nursery , When our succession springs , then ripe to fall . Privation unto age is ...
... fall ; the steep is fairest plain , And error safest guide unto his end , Who nothing but mischance can have to friend . We parents are but nature's nursery , When our succession springs , then ripe to fall . Privation unto age is ...
الصفحة 14
... fall ; Headlong he perish must that ruins all . Calica . No cliff , or rock , is so precipitate , But down it eyes can lead the blind a way ; Without me live , or with me die you may . King . Cælica , and wilt thou Alaham exceed ? 14 ...
... fall ; Headlong he perish must that ruins all . Calica . No cliff , or rock , is so precipitate , But down it eyes can lead the blind a way ; Without me live , or with me die you may . King . Cælica , and wilt thou Alaham exceed ? 14 ...
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Alaham art thou AUTHOR Beaumont and Fletcher beauty behold Ben Jonson blessing blood breath Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Charles Lamb COMEDY Corb Corv court crown D'Ambois dead dear death dost doth Duke earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire fortune gentleman give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HENRY CHETTLE honour Jacin king kiss Lady Lamb Lamb's live look lord madam Massinger methinks Mont mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion Phao pity play pleasure poets poor pray prince prithee Queen revenge rich Samuel Daniel Sapho scorn Shakspeare sleep Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY unto virtue weep wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch words
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الصفحة 302 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
الصفحة 64 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God. Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus ! Edw.
الصفحة 46 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools...
الصفحة 56 - Barabas is a mere monster brought in with a large painted nose to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
الصفحة 159 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
الصفحة 45 - If we say that we have' no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
الصفحة 69 - My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse.
الصفحة 303 - Shakspeare have neither child of their own, nor seem to be descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
الصفحة 155 - I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold: And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
الصفحة 151 - s there ? CORVINO, a Merchant, enters. Mos. Signior Corvino ! come most wish'd for ! O, How happy were you, if you knew it, now ! Corv. Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos. The tardy hour is come, sir. Corv. He is not dead ? Mos. Not dead, sir, but as good ; He knows no man. Corv. How shall I do then ? Mos. Why, sir ? Corv.