The Chief Elizabethan Dramatists, Excluding ShakespeareWilliam Allan Neilson Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - 878 Seiten |
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... night ? - Eum . One night ! Thou hast here slept [ es forty years , by what enchantress as yet it is not known , and behold , the twig to which thou laid'st thy head is now become a tree . Callest thou not Eumenides to remembrance ...
... night ? - Eum . One night ! Thou hast here slept [ es forty years , by what enchantress as yet it is not known , and behold , the twig to which thou laid'st thy head is now become a tree . Callest thou not Eumenides to remembrance ...
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... night for twenty in the hundred . Fro . Antic and Fantastic , as I am frolic franion , never in all my life was I so dead slain . What , to lose our way in the wood , [ 10 without either fire or candle , so uncomfortable ! cælum ! O ...
... night for twenty in the hundred . Fro . Antic and Fantastic , as I am frolic franion , never in all my life was I so dead slain . What , to lose our way in the wood , [ 10 without either fire or candle , so uncomfortable ! cælum ! O ...
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... night , Frolic . Smith . Come on , my lad , thou shalt take [ 120 thy unnatural rest with me . Exit ANTIC and the smith . Fro . Yet this vantage shall we have of them in the morning , to be ready at the sight thereof extempore . 1 Madge ...
... night , Frolic . Smith . Come on , my lad , thou shalt take [ 120 thy unnatural rest with me . Exit ANTIC and the smith . Fro . Yet this vantage shall we have of them in the morning , to be ready at the sight thereof extempore . 1 Madge ...
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... night ? 100 Burd . I ! none at all ; I read not there a line . Bacon . Then , doctors , Friar Bacon's art knows naught . Clem . What say you to this , Master Burden ? Doth he not touch you ? Burd . I pass not of 2 his frivolous speeches ...
... night ? 100 Burd . I ! none at all ; I read not there a line . Bacon . Then , doctors , Friar Bacon's art knows naught . Clem . What say you to this , Master Burden ? Doth he not touch you ? Burd . I pass not of 2 his frivolous speeches ...
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... night . Now , Miles , in thee rests Friar Bacon's weal : The honour and renown of all his life 25 35 Hangs in the watching of this Brazen Head ; Therefore I charge thee by the immortal God , 30 That holds the souls of men within his ...
... night . Now , Miles , in thee rests Friar Bacon's weal : The honour and renown of all his life 25 35 Hangs in the watching of this Brazen Head ; Therefore I charge thee by the immortal God , 30 That holds the souls of men within his ...
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Amin Anippe art thou Avoc Barabas Bell blood brave brother Cand CHARLES MOUNTFORD Corb Corv court crown Cynth dare dear death Dion Diphilus doth Duke Endymion Enter Eudemus Eumenides Exeunt Exit eyes Eyre Face fair faith farewell father Faustus fear Firk fool Fressingfield Friar Gaveston gentlemen give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Hieronimo honour hope Isab Itha King knave Lacy lady live look lord madam Marry master Master Doctor Mephistophilis mistress Mortimer Mosca ne'er never night PHARAMOND Philaster Pietro Pilia poison'd pray prince Ralph Re-enter SCENE Sejanus Sirrah soul speak stay sweet sword Tamb Tamburlaine tell Tellus thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra troth unto Volp VOLPONE Volt Wendoll wife
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Seite 85 - 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!
Seite 104 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vex'd and tormented, runs poor Barrabas, With fatal curses towards these Christians.
Seite 140 - Treacherous Warwick! traitorous Mortimer! If I be England's king, in lakes of gore Your headless trunks, your bodies will I trail, That you may drink your fill, and quaff in blood, And stain my royal standard with the same, That so my bloody colours may suggest Remembrance of revenge immortally On your accursed traitorous progeny, You villains that have slain my Gaveston!
Seite 96 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appeared to hapless Semele: More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azured arms:" And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
Seite 108 - I filled the jails with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals, And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him.
Seite 124 - Come, Gaveston, And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.' Ah, words that make me surfeit with delight ! What greater bliss can hap to Gaveston Than live and be the favourite of a king ? Sweet prince, I come; these, these thy amorous lines Might have...
Seite 152 - Do as you are commanded by my lord. Light. I know what I must do. Get you away : Yet be not far off ; I shall need your help : See that in the next room I have a fire, And get me a spit, and let it be red-hot.
Seite 153 - 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 580 - Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges, and behind me Make all a desolation.
Seite 146 - Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court, And. that you lay for pleasure here a space, Not of compulsion or necessity.