Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 pagina's Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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Pagina 10
... dost thou take it ? art thou not sometime mad ? Is there no tricks that come before thine eyes ? A Pain . O lord , yes , sir . Hier . Art a painter ? canst paint me a tear , a wound ? groan or a sigh ? canst paint me such a tree as this ...
... dost thou take it ? art thou not sometime mad ? Is there no tricks that come before thine eyes ? A Pain . O lord , yes , sir . Hier . Art a painter ? canst paint me a tear , a wound ? groan or a sigh ? canst paint me such a tree as this ...
Pagina 16
... dost thou frown ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ? at whom ? O why at me ? for each contracted frown , A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow : Spend but one hour in frowns , and I shall look Like to a Beldam of one hundred years . ; I ...
... dost thou frown ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ? at whom ? O why at me ? for each contracted frown , A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow : Spend but one hour in frowns , and I shall look Like to a Beldam of one hundred years . ; I ...
Pagina 35
... claim his soul . FAUSTUS , the night of his death . WAGNER , his servant . Faust . Say , Wagner , thou hast perused my Will , How dost thou like it ? D 2 Wag . Wag . Sir , so wondrous well , As in DOCTOR FAUSTUS . 35.
... claim his soul . FAUSTUS , the night of his death . WAGNER , his servant . Faust . Say , Wagner , thou hast perused my Will , How dost thou like it ? D 2 Wag . Wag . Sir , so wondrous well , As in DOCTOR FAUSTUS . 35.
Pagina 43
... dost determine : thou art comé Hither to rob a father of that wealth That solely lengthens his now drooping years , His virtuous daughter , and all ( of that sex ) left To make him happy in his aged days . The loss of her may cause him ...
... dost determine : thou art comé Hither to rob a father of that wealth That solely lengthens his now drooping years , His virtuous daughter , and all ( of that sex ) left To make him happy in his aged days . The loss of her may cause him ...
Pagina 51
... dost thou speak in parables to thy friend ? Fab . ( to Jern . ) You are the man , sir , must have Milli- sent , The match is making in the garden now ; Her jointure is agreed on , and the old men Your fathers , mean to launch their ...
... dost thou speak in parables to thy friend ? Fab . ( to Jern . ) You are the man , sir , must have Milli- sent , The match is making in the garden now ; Her jointure is agreed on , and the old men Your fathers , mean to launch their ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!