Elizabethan Drama ...: Edward the SecondP.F. Collier, 1910 |
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Pagina 10
... Fear'st thou thy person ? Thou shalt have a guard . Wantest thou gold ? Go to my treasury . Wouldst thou be lov'd and fear'd ? Receive my seal ; Save or condemn , and in our name command Whatso thy mind affects , or fancy likes . GAV ...
... Fear'st thou thy person ? Thou shalt have a guard . Wantest thou gold ? Go to my treasury . Wouldst thou be lov'd and fear'd ? Receive my seal ; Save or condemn , and in our name command Whatso thy mind affects , or fancy likes . GAV ...
Pagina 19
... fear , hath ill - entreated her . PEM . Hard is the heart that injures such a saint . Y. MOR . I know ' tis ' long of Gaveston she weeps . E. MOR . Why ? He is gone . Y. MOR . Madam , how fares your grace ? Q. ISAB . Ah , Mortimer ! now ...
... fear , hath ill - entreated her . PEM . Hard is the heart that injures such a saint . Y. MOR . I know ' tis ' long of Gaveston she weeps . E. MOR . Why ? He is gone . Y. MOR . Madam , how fares your grace ? Q. ISAB . Ah , Mortimer ! now ...
Pagina 20
... Fear not , the queen's words cannot alter him . WAR . NO ? Do but mark how earnestly she pleads ! LAN . And see how coldly his looks make denial ! WAR . She smiles ; now for my life his mind is chang'd ! LAN . I'll rather lose his ...
... Fear not , the queen's words cannot alter him . WAR . NO ? Do but mark how earnestly she pleads ! LAN . And see how coldly his looks make denial ! WAR . She smiles ; now for my life his mind is chang'd ! LAN . I'll rather lose his ...
Pagina 21
... of his pride , And fear to offend the meanest nobleman . E. MOR . But how if he do not , nephew ? Y. MOR . Then may we with some colour rise in arms ; • Consideration . 7 Lower . 1 22 MARLOWE For howsoever we have borne it out ,
... of his pride , And fear to offend the meanest nobleman . E. MOR . But how if he do not , nephew ? Y. MOR . Then may we with some colour rise in arms ; • Consideration . 7 Lower . 1 22 MARLOWE For howsoever we have borne it out ,
Pagina 28
... fear me he is wrack'd upon the sea . Q. ISAB . Look , Lancaster , how passionate ' he is , And still his mind runs on his minion ! LAN . My lord , - K. EDW . How now ! what news ? Is Gaveston arriv'd ? Y. MOR . Nothing but Gaveston ...
... fear me he is wrack'd upon the sea . Q. ISAB . Look , Lancaster , how passionate ' he is , And still his mind runs on his minion ! LAN . My lord , - K. EDW . How now ! what news ? Is Gaveston arriv'd ? Y. MOR . Nothing but Gaveston ...
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ARIEL Banquo bear blood brother CALIBAN castle Cawdor Cordelia crown daughter dead dear death doth Earl Edmund EDWARD II Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear follow FOOL friends Gaveston GENT give GLOU Gloucester grace Hamlet hand Hark hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT KING EDWARD LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord lov'd MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam MARLOWE monster Mortimer murder Naples night noble o'er pity play poison'd POLONIUS poor pray Prithee PROS PROSPERO QUEEN Re-enter red plague Regan Ross SCENE slave sleep speak SPEN Spencer spirit strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou didst thou shalt traitor TRIN unto villain wilt WITCH wouldst
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Pagina 219 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pagina 356 - All things in common, nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Pagina 80 - Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Pagina 89 - Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.
Pagina 76 - Laertes' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :...
Pagina 106 - 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.