Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakspeare: With NotesCharles Lamb G. Bell, 1887 - 552 من الصفحات |
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... Madam 233 243. Fage Bussy d'Ambois . 78 Gorboduc • • 1 Page Byron's Conspiracy . Byron's Tragedy 82 • • 85 THOMAS KYD . ↓ THOMAS HEYWOOD . Spanish Tragedy . 5 A Challenge for Beauty 88 David and Bethsabe 12 GEORGE PEELE . Edward II ...
... Madam 233 243. Fage Bussy d'Ambois . 78 Gorboduc • • 1 Page Byron's Conspiracy . Byron's Tragedy 82 • • 85 THOMAS KYD . ↓ THOMAS HEYWOOD . Spanish Tragedy . 5 A Challenge for Beauty 88 David and Bethsabe 12 GEORGE PEELE . Edward II ...
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With Notes Charles Lamb. Page 208 211 218 228 The City Madam 233 243 254 256 265 266 269 The Virgin Martyr . 277 FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER . .310 . 314 The Bloody Brother ; or , Rollo 336 EXTRACTS FROM THE GARRICK PLAYS . 414 ...
With Notes Charles Lamb. Page 208 211 218 228 The City Madam 233 243 254 256 265 266 269 The Virgin Martyr . 277 FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER . .310 . 314 The Bloody Brother ; or , Rollo 336 EXTRACTS FROM THE GARRICK PLAYS . 414 ...
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... Madam , alas ! what means your woful tale ? Marc . O silly woman I , why to this hour Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest ...
... Madam , alas ! what means your woful tale ? Marc . O silly woman I , why to this hour Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest ...
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... Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful griefs , that in the aged king Must needs by nature grow , by death of this His only son , whom he did hold so dear . Marc . What ...
... Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful griefs , that in the aged king Must needs by nature grow , by death of this His only son , whom he did hold so dear . Marc . What ...
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... madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice , ' tis a jewel so inestimable . I tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his ...
... madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice , ' tis a jewel so inestimable . I tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his ...
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beauty BEN JONSON blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth ev'n eyes fair faith father Faustus fear GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE PEELE give gods grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell Heywood honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady leave live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother ne'er never night noble Ovid passion Peneus Phao PHILIP MASSINGER pity play pleasure poor pray prince prithee queen revenge Sapho Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts THYESTES thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch woman
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الصفحة 190 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
الصفحة 172 - O that it were possible we might But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
الصفحة 266 - No doubt ; he's that already. Mam. Nay, I mean, Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
الصفحة 137 - tis To ride in the air When the moon shines fair, And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss : Over woods, high rocks, and mountains, Over seas (our mistress' fountains) Over steep towers and turrets, We fly by night 'mongst troops of Spirits.
الصفحة 17 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty: For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
الصفحة 20 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
الصفحة 15 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep I never wake ; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life ; Matrevis, come. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist : Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul.
الصفحة 283 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
الصفحة 190 - O thou soft natural death, that art* joint-twin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion : pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes'.
الصفحة 279 - s ear. The pox approach, and add to your diseases, If it would send you hence, the sooner sir, For your incontinence, it hath deserved it Throughly and throughly, and the plague to boot ! You may come near, sir Would you would once close Those filthy eyes of yours, that flow with slime, Like two frog-pits ; and those same hanging cheeks, Cover'd with hide instead of skin — Nay, help, sir That look like frozen dish-clouts set on end !