Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 страници Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... 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 . Nay , it should cry ; but all is one . Well , sir , paint me a youth run thro ' and thro ...
... 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 . Nay , it should cry ; but all is one . Well , sir , paint me a youth run thro ' and thro ...
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... prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And so will I , and then my lord farewell . Mort . The idle triumphs , masks , lascivious shows , And prodigal ...
... prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And so will I , and then my lord farewell . Mort . The idle triumphs , masks , lascivious shows , And prodigal ...
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... pray for me , pray for me ; and what noise soever you hear , come not unto me , for nothing can res- cue me . Sec . Sch . Pray thou , and we will pray , that God may have mercy upon thee . Faust . Gentlemen , farewell ; if I live till ...
... pray for me , pray for me ; and what noise soever you hear , come not unto me , for nothing can res- cue me . Sec . Sch . Pray thou , and we will pray , that God may have mercy upon thee . Faust . Gentlemen , farewell ; if I live till ...
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... Pray heaven the Doctor have escaped the danger . Sec . Sch . O help us heavens , see here are Faustus ' limbs All torn asunder by the hand of death . Third Sch . The devil whom Faustus serv'd hath torn him thus : For twixt the hours of ...
... Pray heaven the Doctor have escaped the danger . Sec . Sch . O help us heavens , see here are Faustus ' limbs All torn asunder by the hand of death . Third Sch . The devil whom Faustus serv'd hath torn him thus : For twixt the hours of ...
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... pray you , let's crave your name , sir ; I may else have anger . Alb . You may say , one Albert , riding by this way , only inquired their health . Serv . I will acquaint so much . Alb . How like a poisonous doctor have I come To ...
... pray you , let's crave your name , sir ; I may else have anger . Alb . You may say , one Albert , riding by this way , only inquired their health . Serv . I will acquaint so much . Alb . How like a poisonous doctor have I come To ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!