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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... never who spies : again go thou fast . MAC : But I come or they rise ; else blows a cold blast- I will go sleep . Yet sleep all this menye , 1 And I shall go stalk privily , As it had never been I That carried their sheep . [ MAC goes ...
... never who spies : again go thou fast . MAC : But I come or they rise ; else blows a cold blast- I will go sleep . Yet sleep all this menye , 1 And I shall go stalk privily , As it had never been I That carried their sheep . [ MAC goes ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... never eat bread , -the truth till I wit . IST SHEPHERD : Nor drink , in my heed , ¡ªwith him till I meet . 2ND SHEPHERD : I will rest in no stead , till that I him greet , My brother One I will hight : " Till I see him in sight Shall I never ...
... never eat bread , -the truth till I wit . IST SHEPHERD : Nor drink , in my heed , ¡ªwith him till I meet . 2ND SHEPHERD : I will rest in no stead , till that I him greet , My brother One I will hight : " Till I see him in sight Shall I never ...
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... never so strong , I will never part you fro : Everyman , I will be as sure by thee As ever I did by Judas Maccabee . EVERYMAN : Alas , I am so faint I may not stand , My limbs under me do fold ; Friends , let us not turn again to this ...
... never so strong , I will never part you fro : Everyman , I will be as sure by thee As ever I did by Judas Maccabee . EVERYMAN : Alas , I am so faint I may not stand , My limbs under me do fold ; Friends , let us not turn again to this ...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö
... never wont to watch and ward So near the duke , his brother's , house before . 2. Content yourself , stand close , there's somewhat in't . Enter SERBERINE . SER . Here , Serberine , attend and stay thy pace ; : For here did Don ...
... never wont to watch and ward So near the duke , his brother's , house before . 2. Content yourself , stand close , there's somewhat in't . Enter SERBERINE . SER . Here , Serberine , attend and stay thy pace ; : For here did Don ...
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... never ends Lorenzo's doubts . One only thing is uneffected yet , And that's to see the executioner . But to what end ? I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein . For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey ...
... never ends Lorenzo's doubts . One only thing is uneffected yet , And that's to see the executioner . But to what end ? I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein . For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey ...
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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!