Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With NotesH.G. Bohn, 1854 - 552 страници |
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... I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I ...
... I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I ...
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... I'll have a kiss ; but if you I'll strive , For one denial you shall forfeit five . Eleaz . Be gone , be gone . Queen . What means my love ? Burst all those wires ; burn all those instruments ; For they displease my Moor . Art thou now ...
... I'll have a kiss ; but if you I'll strive , For one denial you shall forfeit five . Eleaz . Be gone , be gone . Queen . What means my love ? Burst all those wires ; burn all those instruments ; For they displease my Moor . Art thou now ...
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... I'll die : I prithee , smile . Smile on me ; and these two wanton boys , These pretty lads that do attend on me , Shall call thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein ...
... I'll die : I prithee , smile . Smile on me ; and these two wanton boys , These pretty lads that do attend on me , Shall call thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein ...
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... I'll wear my crown again . What , fear you not the fury of your king ? But , hapless Edward , thou art fondly led ; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange ...
... I'll wear my crown again . What , fear you not the fury of your king ? But , hapless Edward , thou art fondly led ; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange ...
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... I'll be gone , my lord . Edw . No , no , for if thou mean'st to murder me , Thou wilt return again ; and therefore stay . Light . He sleeps . Edw . O , let me not die ; yet stay , O , stay awhile . Light . How now , my lord ? Edw ...
... I'll be gone , my lord . Edw . No , no , for if thou mean'st to murder me , Thou wilt return again ; and therefore stay . Light . He sleeps . Edw . O , let me not die ; yet stay , O , stay awhile . Light . How now , my lord ? Edw ...
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Alaham beauty behold BEN JONSON blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch earth ev'n eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune GEORGE CHAPMAN give grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN MARSTON king kiss lady live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother murder ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poor pray prince Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's 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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Страница 202 - 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.
Страница 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Страница 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Страница 316 - 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...
Страница 34 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer!
Страница 25 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief ! where is my crown ? Gone, gone ! and do I [still] remain alive ? Light.
Страница 35 - It strikes, it strikes ; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean : ne'er be found.
Страница 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Страница 27 - 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.
Страница 253 - Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit ; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, Which way soever men refer it, Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit.