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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... blood of Trojan princes slain , Nor Phrygian fields made rank with corpses dead Of Asian kings and lords , can yet appease ; Nor slaughter of unhappy Priam's race , Nor Hlion's fall , made level with the soil , Can yet suffice : but ...
... blood of Trojan princes slain , Nor Phrygian fields made rank with corpses dead Of Asian kings and lords , can yet appease ; Nor slaughter of unhappy Priam's race , Nor Hlion's fall , made level with the soil , Can yet suffice : but ...
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... blood thus shed ? Shall I still think that from this womb thou sprung ? That I thee bare ? or take thee for my son ? No , traitor , no ; I thee refuse for mine : Murderer , I thee renounce ; thou art not mine . Never , O wretch , this ...
... blood thus shed ? Shall I still think that from this womb thou sprung ? That I thee bare ? or take thee for my son ? No , traitor , no ; I thee refuse for mine : Murderer , I thee renounce ; thou art not mine . Never , O wretch , this ...
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... blood that flushed fast Out of the gaping wound . Oh what a look ! Oh what a ruthful steadfast eye methought He fixed upon my face , which to my death Will never part from me , when with a braid1 A deep - fetched sigh he gave , and ...
... blood that flushed fast Out of the gaping wound . Oh what a look ! Oh what a ruthful steadfast eye methought He fixed upon my face , which to my death Will never part from me , when with a braid1 A deep - fetched sigh he gave , and ...
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... blood , you would not so foolishly go about to spend it . What delight can there be in gashing , to make foul scars in fair faces , and crooked maims in straight legs ? as though men , being born goodly ' by nature , would of purpose ...
... blood , you would not so foolishly go about to spend it . What delight can there be in gashing , to make foul scars in fair faces , and crooked maims in straight legs ? as though men , being born goodly ' by nature , would of purpose ...
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... blood , and slaughter of the slain , Lieth the honour of King David's line . Joab , Abisai , and the rest of you , Fight ye this day for great Jerusalem . Enter HANON and others on the walls . Joab . And see where Hanon shows him on the ...
... blood , and slaughter of the slain , Lieth the honour of King David's line . Joab , Abisai , and the rest of you , Fight ye this day for great Jerusalem . Enter HANON and others on the walls . Joab . And see where Hanon shows him on the ...
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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
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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.