Old Fortunatus: A Play WrittenJ.M. Dent, 1620 - 142 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Admiral's Men Æneid Agrip Agripyne Ampedo Andel Andelocia apples Athelst Athelstane attire Babylon bard horses beauty behold brother brows cheeks court crown Cypr Cypriots Cyprus dance death deity Dekker Destinies devil divine doth Echo Elizabethan Enter Ernest Rhys Exeunt Exit fair fair ladies father feene fool Fortune Fortune's Frederick Barbarossa Gall gallant Galloway glory gold golden grief hand hast hath head heart Heaven hell here's horn horse hunger jewels King lady laugh London Longa look madam master miserable mock Montr Montrose never Old Fortunatus Orle Orleans play poor Prester John pride Prince of Cyprus prisoner purse rich sacred scorn Shad Shadow shame shine sing smiles Sold Soldan soul stand sweet Tamasco Tamburlaine taste thee THOMAS DEKKER thou art thou shalt To-morrow tongue trat Vice Viriathus Virtue Virtue's wear whilst wings wisdom y'are ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - My choice is store of gold ; the rich are wise. He that upon his back rich garments wears, Is wise, though on his head grow Midas' ears. Gold is the strength, the sinews of the world, The health, the soul, the beauty most divine, A mask of gold hides all deformities ; Gold is Heaven's physic, life's restorative, Oh therefore make me rich...
Seite 51 - ... see faces angelical, There shall you see troops of chaste goddesses, Whose star-like eyes have power, might they still shine, To make night day, and day more crystalline. Near these you shall behold great heroes, White-headed counsellors and jovial spirits, Standing like fiery cherubims to guard The monarch, who in god-like glory sits In midst of these, as if this deity Had with a look created a new world, The standers by being the fair workmanship.
Seite 126 - FORTUNE smiles, cry holiday ! Dimples on her cheeks do dwell. Fortune frowns, cry well-a-day ! Her love is heaven, her hate is hell. Since heaven and hell obey her power, Tremble when her eyes do lower: Since heaven and hell her power obey, When she smiles cry holiday ! Holiday with joy we cry, And bend, and bend, and merrily Sing hymns to Fortune's deity, Sing hymns to Fortune's deity.
Seite 65 - O when she is dead. This wonder (beauty) shall be found in none. Now Agripyne's not mine, I vow to be In love with nothing but deformity. O fair Deformity, I muse all eyes Are not...
Seite 50 - He that would not be an Arabian phoenix to burn in these sweet fires, let him live like an owl for the world to wonder at. Amp. Why, brother, are not all these vanities ? Fort. Vanities ? Ampedo, thy soul is made of lead, too dull, too ponderous to mount up to the incomprehensible glory that travel lifts men to.
Seite 17 - Be ever merry, ever revelling. Wish but for beauty, and within thine eyes Two naked Cupids amorously shall swim, And on thy cheeks I'll mix such white and red, That Jove shall turn away young Ganymede, And with immortal arms shall circle thee. Are thy desires long life?
Seite 15 - Now spurned and trod on when he takes his horse, And in these fetters shall he die his slave. This wretch once wore the diadem of France, Lewis the meek, but through his children's pride, Thus have I caused him to be famished. Here stands the very soul of misery, Poor Bajazet, old Turkish Emperor, And once the greatest monarch in the East; Fortune herself is said to view thy fall.
Seite 63 - By telling thee thou art a prisoner here, By telling thee she's daughter to a King, By telling thee the King of Cyprus' son Shines like a sun between her looks and thine, Whilst thou seem'st but a star to Agripyne. He loves her.
Seite 118 - Fortune, forgive me ! I deserve thy hate ; Myself have made myself a reprobate. Virtue, forgive me ! for I have transgressed Against thy laws ; my vows are quite forgot, And therefore shame is fallen to my sin's lot. Riches and knowledge are two gifts divine. They that abuse them both as I have done, To shame, to beggary, to hell must run.
Seite 18 - There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors: The greatest strength expires with loss of breath; The mightiest in one minute stoop to death. Then take long life, or health: should I do so I might grow ugly, and that tedious scroll Of months and years, much misery may enroll.