Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: With NotesWiley & Putnam, 1845 - 466 страници |
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... 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 ...
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... Duch . " My lov'd Lord , " Let your confirm'd opinion of my life , " My love , my faithful love , seal an assurance " Of quiet to your spirit , that no forgetfulness " Can cast a sleep so deadly on my senses , " To draw my affections to ...
... Duch . " My lov'd Lord , " Let your confirm'd opinion of my life , " My love , my faithful love , seal an assurance " Of quiet to your spirit , that no forgetfulness " Can cast a sleep so deadly on my senses , " To draw my affections to ...
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... Duch . " Then here I vow , never- Lord Card . Why , Madam Duch . I can go no further . " " Lord Card . What , have you forgot your vow ? Duch . I have , too certainly . Lord Card . Your vow ? that cannot be ; it follows now , Just where ...
... Duch . " Then here I vow , never- Lord Card . Why , Madam Duch . I can go no further . " " Lord Card . What , have you forgot your vow ? Duch . I have , too certainly . Lord Card . Your vow ? that cannot be ; it follows now , Just where ...
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... Duch . A sudden and a subtle . Hec . Then I've fitted you . Here lie the gifts of both ; sudden and subtle : His picture made in wax , and gently molten By a blue fire , kindled with dead men's eyes 160 ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS .
... Duch . A sudden and a subtle . Hec . Then I've fitted you . Here lie the gifts of both ; sudden and subtle : His picture made in wax , and gently molten By a blue fire , kindled with dead men's eyes 160 ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS .
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... Duch . In what time prithee ? Hec . Perhaps in a moon's progress . 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 ...
... Duch . In what time prithee ? Hec . Perhaps in a moon's progress . 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 ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Carracus Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran FRANCIS BEAUMONT give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honor hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady leave live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poison poor pray Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister 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 32 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Страница 33 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg; I'll have them fill the public schools with silk...
Страница 174 - Yes, as rocks are, When foamy billows split themselves against Their flinty ribs ; or as the moon is moved, When wolves, with hunger pined, howl at her brightness.
Страница 108 - Why, gentle boy, I find no fault at all In thy behaviour. Bel. Sir, if I have made A fault in ignorance, instruct my youth : I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn ; Age and experience will adorn my mind With larger knowledge ; and if I have done A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning ? Let me be corrected, To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend.
Страница 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Страница 102 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Страница 34 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Страница 167 - In those unsightly rings - then 'twas a face So far beyond the artificial shine Of any woman's bought complexion, That the uprightest man (if such there be That sin but seven times a day) broke custom, And made up eight with looking after her. O, she was able to ha...
Страница 84 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines, Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Страница 34 - 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!© The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.