The Chief Elizabethan Dramatists, Excluding ShakespeareWilliam Allan Neilson Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - 878 Seiten |
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... true , that Endymion is stricken into such a dead sleep that nothing can either wake him or move him ? Eum . Too true , madam , and as much to be pitied as wondered at . Tellus . As good sleep and do no harm as wake and do no good ...
... true , that Endymion is stricken into such a dead sleep that nothing can either wake him or move him ? Eum . Too true , madam , and as much to be pitied as wondered at . Tellus . As good sleep and do no harm as wake and do no good ...
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... true , for if I swear I will never drink my liquor by [ 110 the quart , and yet call for two pints , I think with a ... true . All . True . 130 Mast . Const . Well , there you see the men be the fools , because it is provided from the ...
... true , for if I swear I will never drink my liquor by [ 110 the quart , and yet call for two pints , I think with a ... true . All . True . 130 Mast . Const . Well , there you see the men be the fools , because it is provided from the ...
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... true ? 180 End . In all things , madam , Tellus doth not speak false . Cynth . What will this breed to in the end ? Well , Endymion , we shall hear all . Tellus . I , seeing my hopes turned to mis- [ 185 haps , and a settled dissembling ...
... true ? 180 End . In all things , madam , Tellus doth not speak false . Cynth . What will this breed to in the end ? Well , Endymion , we shall hear all . Tellus . I , seeing my hopes turned to mis- [ 185 haps , and a settled dissembling ...
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... true love . Top . Turn her to a true love or false , so [ 380 she be a wench I care not . Cynth . Bagoa , Cynthia putteth an end to thy hard fortunes ; for , being turn'd to a tree for revealing a truth , I will recover thee again , if ...
... true love . Top . Turn her to a true love or false , so [ 380 she be a wench I care not . Cynth . Bagoa , Cynthia putteth an end to thy hard fortunes ; for , being turn'd to a tree for revealing a truth , I will recover thee again , if ...
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... true betrothed wife , Did seek the means to rid me of my life . But worse than this , he with his chanting spells Did turn me straight unto an ugly bear ; And when the sun doth settle in the west , Then I begin to don my ugly hide . And ...
... true betrothed wife , Did seek the means to rid me of my life . But worse than this , he with his chanting spells Did turn me straight unto an ugly bear ; And when the sun doth settle in the west , Then I begin to don my ugly hide . And ...
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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.