Specimens of English dramatic poets. New ed. (2 pt. in 1 v.)W. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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الصفحة 91
... Corb . How does your patron ? Mos . Troth , as he did , sir , no amends . Corb . What ? mends he ? Mos . No , sir , he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? Mos . Upon his couch , sir , newly fall'n asleep . Corb . Does ...
... Corb . How does your patron ? Mos . Troth , as he did , sir , no amends . Corb . What ? mends he ? Mos . No , sir , he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? Mos . Upon his couch , sir , newly fall'n asleep . Corb . Does ...
الصفحة 92
... Corb . O , no , no , no , I do not mean it . Mos . No , sir , nor their fees He cannot brook ; he says they flay a man , Before they kill him . Corb . Right , I do conceive you . Mos . And then , they do it by experiment : For which the ...
... Corb . O , no , no , no , I do not mean it . Mos . No , sir , nor their fees He cannot brook ; he says they flay a man , Before they kill him . Corb . Right , I do conceive you . Mos . And then , they do it by experiment : For which the ...
الصفحة 93
... Corb . Excellent , excellent , sure I shall outlast him : This makes me young again a score of years . Mos . I was coming for you , sir . Corb . Has he made his will ? What has he givʼn me ? Mos . No , sir . Corb . Nothing ? ha ? Mos ...
... Corb . Excellent , excellent , sure I shall outlast him : This makes me young again a score of years . Mos . I was coming for you , sir . Corb . Has he made his will ? What has he givʼn me ? Mos . No , sir . Corb . Nothing ? ha ? Mos ...
الصفحة 94
... Corb . What ? Mos . To recover him . Corb . O , no , no , no ; by no means . Mos . Why , sir , this Will work some strange effect if he but feel it . Corb . ' Tis true , therefore forbear , I'll take my venture Give me ' t again . Mos ...
... Corb . What ? Mos . To recover him . Corb . O , no , no , no ; by no means . Mos . Why , sir , this Will work some strange effect if he but feel it . Corb . ' Tis true , therefore forbear , I'll take my venture Give me ' t again . Mos ...
الصفحة 95
... Corb . He must pronounce me his ? Mos . ' Tis true . Corb . This plot Did I think on before . Mos . I do believe it . Corb . Do you not believe it ? Mos . Yes , sir . Corb . Mine own project . Mos . Which when he hath done , sir- Corb ...
... Corb . He must pronounce me his ? Mos . ' Tis true . Corb . This plot Did I think on before . Mos . I do believe it . Corb . Do you not believe it ? Mos . Yes , sir . Corb . Mine own project . Mos . Which when he hath done , sir- Corb ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honor hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady leave live look lord Madam methinks Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poison poor pray Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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الصفحة 26 - And there, in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space ; and lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
الصفحة 27 - 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.
الصفحة 36 - ... spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
الصفحة 19 - I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please: Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows...
الصفحة 163 - 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 162 - 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 113 - When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, And builds himself caves, to abide in them.
الصفحة 104 - 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 202 - What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits...
الصفحة 64 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.