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Ah , good my lord , be patient ; she is dead , And all this raging can not make her
live . If sords might serve , our voice hath rent the air ; If tears , our eyes have
water'd all the earth ; If grief , our murder'd hearts have strain'd forth blood ;
Sching ...
Ah , good my lord , be patient ; she is dead , And all this raging can not make her
live . If sords might serve , our voice hath rent the air ; If tears , our eyes have
water'd all the earth ; If grief , our murder'd hearts have strain'd forth blood ;
Sching ...
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There is no musick like a Christian's knell : How sweet the bells ring now the
nuns are dead That sound at other times like tinkers ' pans ? I was afraid the
poison had not wrought ; Or though it wrought , it would have done no good , For
every ...
There is no musick like a Christian's knell : How sweet the bells ring now the
nuns are dead That sound at other times like tinkers ' pans ? I was afraid the
poison had not wrought ; Or though it wrought , it would have done no good , For
every ...
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Enter OFFICER . Opp . My lord , the courtezan and her man are dead : So is the
Turk and Barabas the Jew . Gov. Dead ? Orf . Dead , my lord , and here they
bring his body . Bosco . This sudden death of his is very strange . Gov. Wonder
not at ...
Enter OFFICER . Opp . My lord , the courtezan and her man are dead : So is the
Turk and Barabas the Jew . Gov. Dead ? Orf . Dead , my lord , and here they
bring his body . Bosco . This sudden death of his is very strange . Gov. Wonder
not at ...
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... And with my poniard will I stab my flesh , And quaff carouses to thee of my
blood ; Whilst , in moist nectar kisses , thou dost pledge me . How now , why star'
st thou thus ? Knock . Enter ZARACK . ZAR . The king is dead ! ELEAZ . Ah ! dead
!
... And with my poniard will I stab my flesh , And quaff carouses to thee of my
blood ; Whilst , in moist nectar kisses , thou dost pledge me . How now , why star'
st thou thus ? Knock . Enter ZARACK . ZAR . The king is dead ! ELEAZ . Ah ! dead
!
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That last word , dead , struck through the echoing air , Rebounded on my heart ,
and smote me down Breathless to the cold earth , and made me leave My
prayers for Philip's life ; but , thanks to heaven , I see him live , and lives , I hope ,
to see ...
That last word , dead , struck through the echoing air , Rebounded on my heart ,
and smote me down Breathless to the cold earth , and made me leave My
prayers for Philip's life ; but , thanks to heaven , I see him live , and lives , I hope ,
to see ...
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Æneas arms Barabas bear blood body bring brother cardinal comes court crown dead death Dido doth earth ELEAZ Enter Exeunt eyes face fair fall farewell father Faustus fear fire follow France friar friends Gaveston give gold gone grace Guise hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hell hence Hero hold honour hope I'll Italy Itha keep king leave light live look lord madam majesty means meet mind Moor Mortimer mother never night Persian Phil Philip play poor present prince proud Queen rest SCENE shalt sight slave soldiers soul speak stand stay sweet sword Tamb Tamburlaine tell thee thine thou thoughts thousand town true turn unto villain
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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.
Bibliografische Informationen
| 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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