Great English Plays: Twenty-three Masterpieces from the Mysteries to Sheridan (excluding Shakespeare) with Three Representative Plays of the Nineteenth CenturyHarold F. Rubinstein Harper & Brothers, 1928 - 1136ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hope they will not be well paid , -when they their sheep lack . Perdie ! But howso the game goes , To me they will suppose , And make a foul noise , And cry out upon me . But thou must do as thou hight , WIFE : I accord me thertylle ...
... hope they will not be well paid , -when they their sheep lack . Perdie ! But howso the game goes , To me they will suppose , And make a foul noise , And cry out upon me . But thou must do as thou hight , WIFE : I accord me thertylle ...
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... hope well nay ; Yet I almost enrage that I ne can See the behaviour of our gentlewoman . And yet , I think , thither as she doth go Many an honest wife goeth thither also , For to make some pastime and sport . But then my wife so oft ...
... hope well nay ; Yet I almost enrage that I ne can See the behaviour of our gentlewoman . And yet , I think , thither as she doth go Many an honest wife goeth thither also , For to make some pastime and sport . But then my wife so oft ...
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... hope the best . ALEX . : ' Tis heaven is my hope : As for the earth , it is too much infect To yield me hope of any of her mould . VIC .: Why linger ye ? bring forth that daring fiend , And let him die for his accursed deed . ALEX ...
... hope the best . ALEX . : ' Tis heaven is my hope : As for the earth , it is too much infect To yield me hope of any of her mould . VIC .: Why linger ye ? bring forth that daring fiend , And let him die for his accursed deed . ALEX ...
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... hope you have no cause , And would be loath that one of your deserts Should once have reason to suspect my son , Consid'ring how I think of you myself . HIER .: Your son Lorenzo ! whom , my noble lord ? The hope of Spain , mine ...
... hope you have no cause , And would be loath that one of your deserts Should once have reason to suspect my son , Consid'ring how I think of you myself . HIER .: Your son Lorenzo ! whom , my noble lord ? The hope of Spain , mine ...
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... hope , and here my hope hath end ; Here lay my heart , and here my heart was slain : Here lay my treasure , here my treasure lost ; Here lay my bliss , and here my bliss bereft : But hope , heart , treasure , joy , and bliss , All fled ...
... hope , and here my hope hath end ; Here lay my heart , and here my heart was slain : Here lay my treasure , here my treasure lost ; Here lay my bliss , and here my bliss bereft : But hope , heart , treasure , joy , and bliss , All fled ...
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169 ÆäÀÌÁö - O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah my Christ!
681 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 robb'd) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
389 ÆäÀÌÁö - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O Faustus! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - How am I glutted with conceit of this! Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely délicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay. Sometime a lovely boy...
401 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
959 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, let one of my servants come up. (To him.) My positive directions were, that as I did not drink myself, they should make up for my deficiencies below. Hard. Then they had your orders for what they do!