Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, 1±ÇE. Moxon, 1844 |
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... Madam ( alas ) what means your woful tale ? Marc . O silly woman I , why to this hour Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest ...
... Madam ( alas ) what means your woful tale ? Marc . O silly woman I , why to this hour Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest ...
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... Madam , alas , in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful griefs , that in the aged king Must needs by nature grow , by death of this His only son , whom he did hold so dear . Marc . What ...
... Madam , alas , in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful griefs , that in the aged king Must needs by nature grow , by death of this His only son , whom he did hold so dear . Marc . What ...
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... madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice , ' tis a jewel so inestimable . I tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his ...
... madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice , ' tis a jewel so inestimable . I tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his ...
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... Madam , tie up your hair . Isabella . O these golden nets , That have insnared so many wanton youths ! Not one but has been held a thread of life , And superstitiously depended on . What else ? [ Exit . [ eyes . Executioner . Madam , I ...
... Madam , tie up your hair . Isabella . O these golden nets , That have insnared so many wanton youths ! Not one but has been held a thread of life , And superstitiously depended on . What else ? [ Exit . [ eyes . Executioner . Madam , I ...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö
... not have been look'd for . Cap . O yes , yes , Madam : And this his last exceeded all the rest . [ ness , La . For gratitude's sake let me know this I prithee . Cap . Then thus ; and I desire your censure A FAIR QUARREL . 113.
... not have been look'd for . Cap . O yes , yes , Madam : And this his last exceeded all the rest . [ ness , La . For gratitude's sake let me know this I prithee . Cap . Then thus ; and I desire your censure A FAIR QUARREL . 113.
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Alaham Appius beauty blessing blood breath brother C©¡sar Calica Camena Carracus cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Corb Corv dead dear death devil dost doth Duch DUCHESS OF MALFY earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire give GORBODUC grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HONEST WHORE honor hope husband Jacin JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel Lady live look Lord Madam methinks Mont Moth mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion pity pleasure poor pray prince prithee revenge rich scorn Shakspeare shame shew sister Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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192 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus Than pitied in a Christian poverty ; For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which, methinks, fits not their profession.
32 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...
35 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!
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...