The works of the British dramatists, selected, with notes, biographies, and intr. by J.S. Keltie, Band 31sir John Scott Keltie 1870 |
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... marry , this is hot ! [ It ] is good for to be still . Ha ! children , methinks my boat removes , Our tarrying here highly me grieves , Over the land the water spreads ; God do as he will . Ah ! great God , thou art so good , That works ...
... marry , this is hot ! [ It ] is good for to be still . Ha ! children , methinks my boat removes , Our tarrying here highly me grieves , Over the land the water spreads ; God do as he will . Ah ! great God , thou art so good , That works ...
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... marry now I see you know what is what . Enamoured , ka ? Marry , sir , say that again ; But I thought not ye had marked it so plain . R. Roister . Yes , each where they gaze all upon me and stare . M. Merry . Yea , Malkyn , I warrant ...
... marry now I see you know what is what . Enamoured , ka ? Marry , sir , say that again ; But I thought not ye had marked it so plain . R. Roister . Yes , each where they gaze all upon me and stare . M. Merry . Yea , Malkyn , I warrant ...
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... Marry , here it is , ye never saw a better . M. Merry . Let us see your letter . C. Custance . Hold , read it if ye can , And see what letter it is to win a woman . M. Merry . To mine own dear coney bird , sweetheart , and pigsny , Good ...
... Marry , here it is , ye never saw a better . M. Merry . Let us see your letter . C. Custance . Hold , read it if ye can , And see what letter it is to win a woman . M. Merry . To mine own dear coney bird , sweetheart , and pigsny , Good ...
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... marry with such a doltish lout , I would match myself with a beggar out of doubt . R. Roister . Yes , daine , I will have you whether ye will or no . I command you to love me , wherefore should ye not ? Is not my love to you chafing and ...
... marry with such a doltish lout , I would match myself with a beggar out of doubt . R. Roister . Yes , daine , I will have you whether ye will or no . I command you to love me , wherefore should ye not ? Is not my love to you chafing and ...
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... Marry , Sirrah Ned , thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger , and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword ; and so thou shalt be my fool . P. Edw . And what of this ? Ralph . Why , so thou shalt beguile Love ; for Love is ...
... Marry , Sirrah Ned , thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger , and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword ; and so thou shalt be my fool . P. Edw . And what of this ? Ralph . Why , so thou shalt beguile Love ; for Love is ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalon Adur Antonio Apel art thou Bacon BACURIUS Bessus blood brother captain Cler Custance dare Daup dear death devil Dion dost doth drama Duch duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Face fair faith father Faustus favour fear Feli Ferd fool fortune Fran Fressingfield Gaveston gentlemen give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Isab Joab king La-F Lacy lady live look lord Macrinus madam Mardonius Marry Master Master Doctor Master Humphrey Mephistophilis Merry miracle plays mistress Mortimer ne'er never night noble PESCARA Philaster Piero play pray prince Ralph Re-enter Roister servant Sfor sister soul speak sweet sword tell thee Theoph there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra Tigranes True twill unto Wendoll wife woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 126 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 139 - You stars that reigned at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon...
Seite 138 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite 139 - 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.
Seite 74 - Although my house be not so with God ; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure : for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.
Seite 130 - 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 deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus ! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
Seite 209 - But deeds and language such as men do use, And persons such as Comedy would choose, When she would show an image of the times. And sport with human follies, not with crimes; Except we make 'em such, by loving still Our popular errors, when we know they're ill.
Seite 130 - I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge through the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that [country] continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown.
Seite 128 - Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad; I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And reign sole king of all our provinces; Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war, Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp's bridge, I'll make my servile spirits to invent.
Seite 107 - 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 it in the court, With base outlandish cullions at his heels, Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show, As if that Proteus, god of shapes, appear'd.