Doctor Faustus, by C. Marlowe. Lust's dominion. Mother Bombie; Midas, by John LylyWhittingham and Rowland, 1814 |
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... this empery . K. Phil . The number of my years ends in one day : 1 Ere this sun's down , all a king's glory sets , For all our lives are but death counterfeits . Father Mendoza , and you peers of Spain , Dry A TRAGEDY . 101.
... this empery . K. Phil . The number of my years ends in one day : 1 Ere this sun's down , all a king's glory sets , For all our lives are but death counterfeits . Father Mendoza , and you peers of Spain , Dry A TRAGEDY . 101.
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... Phil . No more . Alvero , call the princess hither . Alv . Madam , his majesty doth call for you . K. Phil . Come hither , Isabella , reach a hand , Yet now it shall not need : instead of thine , Death , shoving thee back , clasps his ...
... Phil . No more . Alvero , call the princess hither . Alv . Madam , his majesty doth call for you . K. Phil . Come hither , Isabella , reach a hand , Yet now it shall not need : instead of thine , Death , shoving thee back , clasps his ...
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... Phil . Lift me not up , I shortly must go down . When a few dribbling minutes have run out , Mine hour's ended . King of Spain farewell ; You all acknowledge him your sovereign ? All . When you are dead we will acknowledge him . K. Phil ...
... Phil . Lift me not up , I shortly must go down . When a few dribbling minutes have run out , Mine hour's ended . King of Spain farewell ; You all acknowledge him your sovereign ? All . When you are dead we will acknowledge him . K. Phil ...
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... Phil . Let none with a distracted voice Shriek out , and trouble me in my departure . Heaven's hands I see are beckoning for my soul ; I come , I come ; thus do the proudest die ; Death hath no mercy , life no certainty . [ Dies . Mend ...
... Phil . Let none with a distracted voice Shriek out , and trouble me in my departure . Heaven's hands I see are beckoning for my soul ; I come , I come ; thus do the proudest die ; Death hath no mercy , life no certainty . [ Dies . Mend ...
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... Phil . Oh , happy father ! miserable son ! Philip is gone to joy , Philip's forlorn , He dies to live , my life with woe is torn . Qu . Mo. Sweet son . Phil . Sweet mother : Oh ! how I now do shame To lay on one so foul , so fair a name ...
... Phil . Oh , happy father ! miserable son ! Philip is gone to joy , Philip's forlorn , He dies to live , my life with woe is torn . Qu . Mo. Sweet son . Phil . Sweet mother : Oh ! how I now do shame To lay on one so foul , so fair a name ...
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347 ÆäÀÌÁö - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul ! See, where it flies ! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, and body too: but what of that? Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine That, after this life, there is any pain? Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - It strikes, it strikes ; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean : ne'er be found.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - When I behold the heavens, then I repent, And curse thee, wicked Mephistophilis, Because thou hast deprived me of those joys.
vii ÆäÀÌÁö - ... plays. This however is certain, that he is the first who taught either tragedy or comedy to please, there being no theatrical piece of any older writer, of which the name is known, except to antiquaries and collectors of books, which are sought because they are scarce, and would not have been scarce, had they been much esteemed.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - So he will spare him four and twenty years, Letting him live in all voluptuousness; Having thee ever to attend on me; To give me whatsoever I shall ask, To tell me whatsoever I demand, To slay mine enemies, and aid my friends, And always be obedient to my will.