Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484ÆäÀÌÁö Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... Woman Killed with Kindness English Traveller Late Lancashire Witches THOMAS HEYWOOD AND RICHARD BROOME . ¡¤ THOMAS MIDDLETON AND WILLIAM ROWLEY . Fair Quarrel • WILLIAM ROWLEY . All's Lost by Lust Woman never Vext . 99 104 105 ¡¤ 113 ...
... Woman Killed with Kindness English Traveller Late Lancashire Witches THOMAS HEYWOOD AND RICHARD BROOME . ¡¤ THOMAS MIDDLETON AND WILLIAM ROWLEY . Fair Quarrel • WILLIAM ROWLEY . All's Lost by Lust Woman never Vext . 99 104 105 ¡¤ 113 ...
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... Woman's xi Page 152 • 158 161 164 Witch WILLIAM ROWLEY , THOMAS DECKER , JOHN FORD , & c . Witch of Edmonton CYRIL TOURneur . 175 Atheist's Tragedy Revenger's Tragedy Devil's Law Case Appius and Virginia Duchess of Malfy White Devil ...
... Woman's xi Page 152 • 158 161 164 Witch WILLIAM ROWLEY , THOMAS DECKER , JOHN FORD , & c . Witch of Edmonton CYRIL TOURneur . 175 Atheist's Tragedy Revenger's Tragedy Devil's Law Case Appius and Virginia Duchess of Malfy White Devil ...
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... Woman 431 • Parliament of Love 433 Unnatural Combat 437 PHILIP MASSINGER AND THOMAS DECKER . Virgin Martyr ¡¤ 440 PHILIP MASSinger and NATHANIEL FIELD . Fatal Dowry 442 PHILIP MASSINGER , THOMAS MIDDLETON , AND WILLIAM ROWLEY . Old Law ...
... Woman 431 • Parliament of Love 433 Unnatural Combat 437 PHILIP MASSINGER AND THOMAS DECKER . Virgin Martyr ¡¤ 440 PHILIP MASSinger and NATHANIEL FIELD . Fatal Dowry 442 PHILIP MASSINGER , THOMAS MIDDLETON , AND WILLIAM ROWLEY . Old Law ...
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... 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 within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay ...
... 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 within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay ...
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... woman's thought ; If this might not have mov'd the bloody heart , And that most cruel hand the wretched weapon Even to let fall , and kist him in the face , With tears , for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to ...
... woman's thought ; If this might not have mov'd the bloody heart , And that most cruel hand the wretched weapon Even to let fall , and kist him in the face , With tears , for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother C©¡sar 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
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231 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.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
371 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
354 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
36 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!