The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Dramatic specimens and the Garrick playsMethuen & Company, 1904 |
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الصفحة xi
... head , sufficient to make it intelligible with the help of some trifling omissions . Where a line or more was obscure , as having reference to something that had gone before , which would have asked more time to explain than its ...
... head , sufficient to make it intelligible with the help of some trifling omissions . Where a line or more was obscure , as having reference to something that had gone before , which would have asked more time to explain than its ...
الصفحة 4
... head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas , in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with ...
... head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas , in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with ...
الصفحة 9
... head thus , sir , do you see ? may it be done ? Pain . Very well , sir . Hier . Nay , I pray mark me , sir : Then , sir , would I have you paint me this tree , this very tree : Canst paint a doleful cry ? Pain . Seemingly , sir . Hier ...
... head thus , sir , do you see ? may it be done ? Pain . Very well , sir . Hier . Nay , I pray mark me , sir : Then , sir , would I have you paint me this tree , this very tree : Canst paint a doleful cry ? Pain . Seemingly , sir . Hier ...
الصفحة 10
... head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again , make me curse hell , invocate , and in the end leave me in a trance , and so forth . Pain . And is this the end ? Hier . O no , there is no end : the ...
... head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again , make me curse hell , invocate , and in the end leave me in a trance , and so forth . Pain . And is this the end ? Hier . O no , there is no end : the ...
الصفحة 14
... head of Spain . To thee that never blush'st , though thy cheeks Are full of blood , O Saint Revenge , to thee I consecrate my murders , all my stabs , My bloody labours , tortures , stratagems , The volume of all wounds that wound from ...
... head of Spain . To thee that never blush'st , though thy cheeks Are full of blood , O Saint Revenge , to thee I consecrate my murders , all my stabs , My bloody labours , tortures , stratagems , The volume of all wounds that wound from ...
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Alaham beauty BEN JONSON blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Charles Lamb Clor COMEDY PUBLISHED Corb curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch earth extracts eyes fair father fear fire Fletcher GEORGE CHAPMAN give gods grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven Heywood holy honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER King Lady Lamb Lamb's lines omitted live look Lord Madam maid Mermaid Series mistress ne'er Nennius never night noble Ordel Ovid passion Peneus PHILIP MASSINGER pity play pleasure poor pray Prince Queen RICHARD BROME scene Shakspeare shew sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee Thier thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS NABBS thou art thou hast thoughts Thyestes thyself tongue true Twas unto Violanta virtue weep whilst wife woman words worth
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الصفحة 601 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
الصفحة 293 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy ; A thing we all pursue ; I know besides It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
الصفحة 267 - Why? Do you think I fable with you? I assure you. He that has once the flower of the sun, The perfect ruby which we call elixir, Not only can do that, but by its virtue, Can confer honour, love, respect, long life, Give safety, valour: yea, and victory, To whom he will. In eight and twenty days, I'll make an old man of fourscore, a child.
الصفحة 21 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime : Stand still you watches...
الصفحة 182 - Detraction is the sworn friend to ignorance : for mine own part, I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours ; especially of that full and heightened...
الصفحة 179 - 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 54 - 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 582 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
الصفحة 341 - To my wish : we are private. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certain portion, — that were poor and trivial : In one word, I pronounce all that is mine, In lands or leases, ready coin or goods, With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be yours too. Lav . You are a right kind father.
الصفحة 179 - Constantly. Bos. Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.