The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 |
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الصفحة 100
... poor of every denomination were provided for , there was for many years no settled or fixed provision made to supply the want of that care which those bodies appear always to have taken of their distressed brethren . In consequence of ...
... poor of every denomination were provided for , there was for many years no settled or fixed provision made to supply the want of that care which those bodies appear always to have taken of their distressed brethren . In consequence of ...
الصفحة 101
... Poor Tom , and coming near any body , cries out , Poor Tom is a cold . Of these Abraham - men , some be exceeding merry , and do nothing but sing songes , fashioned out of their own braines ; some will dance ; others will do nothing but ...
... Poor Tom , and coming near any body , cries out , Poor Tom is a cold . Of these Abraham - men , some be exceeding merry , and do nothing but sing songes , fashioned out of their own braines ; some will dance ; others will do nothing but ...
الصفحة 153
... ( poor souls ) they kiss the colours with their lips , with which before they were loth to taint their fingers . Alex . I will find it out . Page , go speedily for Apelles , will him to come hither , and when you see us earnestly in talk ...
... ( poor souls ) they kiss the colours with their lips , with which before they were loth to taint their fingers . Alex . I will find it out . Page , go speedily for Apelles , will him to come hither , and when you see us earnestly in talk ...
الصفحة 160
... Poor men . Such as desire your worship's service . Shall by the angry goddess be transformed , Gav . What canst thou do ? 1 Poor . I can ride . Gav . But I have no horse - What art thou ? 2. Poor . A traveller . Gav . Let me see - thou ...
... Poor men . Such as desire your worship's service . Shall by the angry goddess be transformed , Gav . What canst thou do ? 1 Poor . I can ride . Gav . But I have no horse - What art thou ? 2. Poor . A traveller . Gav . Let me see - thou ...
الصفحة 161
... poor Gaveston . Edw . I know it -- Brother , welcome home my friend . Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire , And that high - minded earl of Lancaster : I have my wish , in that I joy thy sight ; And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm ...
... poor Gaveston . Edw . I know it -- Brother , welcome home my friend . Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire , And that high - minded earl of Lancaster : I have my wish , in that I joy thy sight ; And sooner shall the sea o'erwhelm ...
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Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke Jew of Malta king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto wold word wyll
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الصفحة 279 - Christians, dogs, and Turkish infidels. But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs. Die life, fly soul, tongue curse thy fill, and die.
الصفحة 252 - Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps, And, now the Guise is dead, is come from France To view this land and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious, But such as love me guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words. Admired I am of those that hate me most. Though some speak openly against my books, Yet will they read me and thereby attain To Peter's chair, and, when they cast me off,...
الصفحة 141 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
الصفحة 185 - I might, but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
الصفحة 556 - 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 breath'd.
الصفحة 165 - So much as he on cursed Gaveston: But that will more exasperate his wrath: I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, And be a means to call home Gaveston: And yet he'll ever doat on Gaveston; And so am I for ever miserable.
الصفحة 189 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...
الصفحة 168 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
الصفحة 259 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these 'Christians.
الصفحة 190 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay ; awhile 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.