Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 من الصفحات Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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الصفحة 159
... Duch . Religious Sir , You heard the last words of my dying Lord . Lord Card . Which I shall ne'er forget . Duch . May I entreat Your goodness but to speak ' em over to me , As near as memory can befriend your utterance : That I may ...
... Duch . Religious Sir , You heard the last words of my dying Lord . Lord Card . Which I shall ne'er forget . Duch . May I entreat Your goodness but to speak ' em over to me , As near as memory can befriend your utterance : That I may ...
الصفحة 160
... Duch . " My lov'd Lord , " Let your confirm'd opinion of my life , 66 My love , my faithful love , seal an assurance ... Duch . " Then here I vow , never Lord Card . Why , Madam Duch . I can go no further.- ور Lord Card . What , have you ...
... Duch . " My lov'd Lord , " Let your confirm'd opinion of my life , 66 My love , my faithful love , seal an assurance ... Duch . " Then here I vow , never Lord Card . Why , Madam Duch . I can go no further.- ور Lord Card . What , have you ...
الصفحة 161
... Duch . Sir , I'm in love . NO WIT LIKE A WOMAN'S . HELP A COMEDY . BY THOMAS MIDDLETON . Virtuous Poverty . ' Life , had he not his answer ? what strange impudence Governs in man , when lust is lord of him ! Thinks he me mad ? ' cause I ...
... Duch . Sir , I'm in love . NO WIT LIKE A WOMAN'S . HELP A COMEDY . BY THOMAS MIDDLETON . Virtuous Poverty . ' Life , had he not his answer ? what strange impudence Governs in man , when lust is lord of him ! Thinks he me mad ? ' cause I ...
الصفحة 171
... Duch . What , a month ? Out upon pictures , if they be so tedious : Give me things with some life . Hec . Then seek no farther . Duch . This must be done with speed , dispatch'd this night , If it be possible . Hec . I have it for you ...
... Duch . What , a month ? Out upon pictures , if they be so tedious : Give me things with some life . Hec . Then seek no farther . Duch . This must be done with speed , dispatch'd this night , If it be possible . Hec . I have it for you ...
الصفحة 172
... Duch . I did not doubt you , mother . Hec . No ! what , did you ? My power's so firm , it is not to be question'd . Duch . Forgive what's past ; and now I know th ' offen- siveness That vexes art , I'll shun the occasion ever . Hec ...
... Duch . I did not doubt you , mother . Hec . No ! what , did you ? My power's so firm , it is not to be question'd . Duch . Forgive what's past ; and now I know th ' offen- siveness That vexes art , I'll shun the occasion ever . Hec ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus 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 Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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الصفحة 231 - 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 36 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving 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!
الصفحة 38 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
الصفحة 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
الصفحة 24 - 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 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
الصفحة 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
الصفحة 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
الصفحة 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
الصفحة 36 - Stand still, you ever-moving 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!