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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... turn it to his good : But woe to him that fearing not to offend , Doth serve his lust , and will not see the end.5 5 The style of this old play is stiff and cumbersome , like the dresses of its times . There may be flesh and blood ...
... turn it to his good : But woe to him that fearing not to offend , Doth serve his lust , and will not see the end.5 5 The style of this old play is stiff and cumbersome , like the dresses of its times . There may be flesh and blood ...
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... encompassed by wolves , Which in a moment will abridge his life . But if proud Mortimer do wear this crown , Heav'ns turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire , Or Or like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon , Engirt the 24 EDWARD THE SECOND .
... encompassed by wolves , Which in a moment will abridge his life . But if proud Mortimer do wear this crown , Heav'ns turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire , Or Or like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon , Engirt the 24 EDWARD THE SECOND .
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... turn'd to steel , Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear . Yet stay , for rather than I will look on them , Here , here : now sweet God of heav'n , Make me despise this transitory pomp , And sit for ever inthroniz'd in heav'n ! Come ...
... turn'd to steel , Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear . Yet stay , for rather than I will look on them , Here , here : now sweet God of heav'n , Make me despise this transitory pomp , And sit for ever inthroniz'd in heav'n ! Come ...
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... turn'd to melancholy ? Third Sch . He is not well with being over solitary . Sec . Sch . If it be so , we will have physicians , and Faustus shall be cured . Third Sch . ' Tis but a surfeit , Sir ; fear nothing . Faust . A surfeit of a ...
... turn'd to melancholy ? Third Sch . He is not well with being over solitary . Sec . Sch . If it be so , we will have physicians , and Faustus shall be cured . Third Sch . ' Tis but a surfeit , Sir ; fear nothing . Faust . A surfeit of a ...
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... turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . O soul , be chang'd into small water drops , And fall into the ocean ; ne'er be found . Thunder , and enter the devils . O mercy heaven , look not so fierce on me . Adders and ...
... turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . O soul , be chang'd into small water drops , And fall into the ocean ; ne'er be found . Thunder , and enter the devils . O mercy heaven , look not so fierce on me . Adders and ...
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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!