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Well , Ithamore , let me request thee this , Go to the new - made nunnery , and
inquire For any of the friars of St. Jaques , And say , I pray them come and speak
with me . Itha . I pray , mistress , will you answer me but one question ? ABIG .
Well , Ithamore , let me request thee this , Go to the new - made nunnery , and
inquire For any of the friars of St. Jaques , And say , I pray them come and speak
with me . Itha . I pray , mistress , will you answer me but one question ? ABIG .
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I am a friar of the Order of the Jacobines , That for my conscience ' sake will kill
the king . Dum . But what doth move thee , above the rest , to do the deed . Fri. O ,
my lord , I have been a great sinner in my days ; and the deed is meritorious .
I am a friar of the Order of the Jacobines , That for my conscience ' sake will kill
the king . Dum . But what doth move thee , above the rest , to do the deed . Fri. O ,
my lord , I have been a great sinner in my days ; and the deed is meritorious .
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An it please your majesty , here is a friar of the Order of the Jacobins , sent from
the President of Paris , that craves access unto your grace . King . Let him come
in . Enter the FRIAR , with a letter . Eper . I like not this friar's look ; " Twere not ...
An it please your majesty , here is a friar of the Order of the Jacobins , sent from
the President of Paris , that craves access unto your grace . King . Let him come
in . Enter the FRIAR , with a letter . Eper . I like not this friar's look ; " Twere not ...
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The lodging of the king's beset , With staring faces black as jet , And hearts of iron
; your deaths are vow'd If you fly that way ; therefore shroud Your body in friar
Cole's grey weed ; For is't not madness , man , to bleed , When you may scape ...
The lodging of the king's beset , With staring faces black as jet , And hearts of iron
; your deaths are vow'd If you fly that way ; therefore shroud Your body in friar
Cole's grey weed ; For is't not madness , man , to bleed , When you may scape ...
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And in yonder hole , I. Zar . Our amiable faces cannot be seen if we keep close ;
therefore bide your cock's head , lest his burning cocks - conıb betray us . But soft
; which of the two shall be thy white ? Balt . That black villain , friar Cole . ZAR .
And in yonder hole , I. Zar . Our amiable faces cannot be seen if we keep close ;
therefore bide your cock's head , lest his burning cocks - conıb betray us . But soft
; which of the two shall be thy white ? Balt . That black villain , friar Cole . ZAR .
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Seite 420 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 195 - 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 109 - LIGHT. To murder you, my most gracious lord! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were used, For she relents at this your misery: And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state? K. EDW. Weep'st thou already? List awhile to me And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis...
Seite 139 - Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
Seite 124 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Seite 110 - And there, in mire and puddle, have I stood This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum; They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Seite 38 - And ride in triumph through Persepolis!" Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles? Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, "And ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Seite 201 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer!
Seite 90 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever them celestial sun ; Let never silent night possess this clime : Stand still you watches...
Seite 42 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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| Titel | The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Bände 1-3 The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Christopher Marlowe |
| Autor/in | Christopher Marlowe |
| Herausgeber | George Robinson |
| Verlag | W. Pickering, 1826 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 13. Febr. 2006 |
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