The Works of Christopher Marlowe: With Notes and Some Account of His Life and Writings, Band 1William Pickering, 1850 - 407 Seiten |
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... thousand seven hundred and sixty four , going into an old book - shop kept by an old woman and her daughter , on the north side of Middle- Row , Holbourn , to look for any ancient books ; not being there long , looking round the shop ...
... thousand seven hundred and sixty four , going into an old book - shop kept by an old woman and her daughter , on the north side of Middle- Row , Holbourn , to look for any ancient books ; not being there long , looking round the shop ...
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... thousand horse , to apprehend And bring him captive to your highness ' throne . Myc . Full true thou speak'st , and like thyself , my lord , Whom I may term a Damon for thy love : Therefore ' tis best , if so it like you all , To send ...
... thousand horse , to apprehend And bring him captive to your highness ' throne . Myc . Full true thou speak'st , and like thyself , my lord , Whom I may term a Damon for thy love : Therefore ' tis best , if so it like you all , To send ...
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... thousand times . [ Exit Theridamas . Ah , Menaphon , why stay'st thou thus behind , When other men press + forward for renown ? Go , Menaphon , go into Scythia , And foot by foot follow Theridamas . Cos . Nay , pray youf , let him stay ...
... thousand times . [ Exit Theridamas . Ah , Menaphon , why stay'st thou thus behind , When other men press + forward for renown ? Go , Menaphon , go into Scythia , And foot by foot follow Theridamas . Cos . Nay , pray youf , let him stay ...
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... thousand horse to carry you from hence , In spite of all suspected enemies . Cos . I know it well , my lord , and thank you all . ORTY . Sound up the trumpets , then . [ Trumpets sounded . ALL . God save the king ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
... thousand horse to carry you from hence , In spite of all suspected enemies . Cos . I know it well , my lord , and thank you all . ORTY . Sound up the trumpets , then . [ Trumpets sounded . ALL . God save the king ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II ...
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... Shall we offer " ( the word " all " having dropt out ) .— The 4to " We all shall offer . " ¶in ] The 8vo " it . " - Omitted in the 4to . J SOLD . A thousand Persian horsemen are at hand SC . 11. ] 23 TAMBURLAINE THE GREAT .
... Shall we offer " ( the word " all " having dropt out ) .— The 4to " We all shall offer . " ¶in ] The 8vo " it . " - Omitted in the 4to . J SOLD . A thousand Persian horsemen are at hand SC . 11. ] 23 TAMBURLAINE THE GREAT .
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8vo.-Omitted ABIG Abigail ANIPPE apud Dodsley's O. P. arms Bajazeth BARA Barabas bassoes blood brave Callapine CALY Calymath Casane Christians Christopher Marlow Collier Cosroe crown Damascus daughter death Dido doth Dram earth emperor Engl Exeunt Exit father Faustus fear FERN Ferneze FRIAR BARN FRIAR JAC give gold governor hand hast hath haue heart heaven hell Hero and Leander Hist honour ITHA Ithamore Jacomo Jew of Malta Jove king king of Fez King of JERUSALEM KNIGHT live Lodowick looks lord Mahomet majesty Marlowe Marlowe's MATH Mathias mean mighty Nash Natolia Old eds ORCANES passage Persia PILIA Pilia-Borza play Poet printed scene Scythian Shakespeare shew sirrah slave soldiers Soria soul sweet sword TAMB Tamburlaine TECH Techelles thee THER Theridamas thou shalt thousand tragedy Trebizon Turk Turkish unto USUMCASANE villain words ZENO
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Seite 98 - Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combin'd in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Seite 50 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres. Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Seite 347 - But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs : Die, life ! fly, soul ! tongue, curse thy fill, and die ! [Dies.
Seite 98 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in...
Seite 237 - tis to count this trash ! Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell that which may maintain him all his life. The needy groom, that never finger'd groat, Would make a miracle of thus much coin ; But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd full, And all his life-time hath been tired, Wearying his fingers...
Seite 211 - Well, soldiers, Mahomet remains in hell ; He cannot hear the voice of Tamburlaine ; Seek out another Godhead to adore, The God that sits in heaven, if any God ; For he is God alone, and none but he. Re-enter Techelles. Tech. I have fulfilled your highness
Seite xxx - With neither of them that take offence was I acquainted, and with one of them I care not if I never be...
Seite 276 - As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about, and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'm go pinioned along by my door.
Seite 264 - ... Tis not so happy : yet, when we parted last, He said he would attend me in the morn. Then, gentle Sleep, where'er his body rests, Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream A golden dream, and of the sudden wake, Come and receive the treasure I have found.
Seite 9 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of War, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threat'ning the world with high astounding terms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.