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King . And let her droop ; my heart is light enough . Mother , how like you this
device of mine ? I slew the Guise , because I would be king . Q. Mo. King ! why so
thou wert before ; Pray God thou be a king now this is done ! King . Nay , he was
...
King . And let her droop ; my heart is light enough . Mother , how like you this
device of mine ? I slew the Guise , because I would be king . Q. Mo. King ! why so
thou wert before ; Pray God thou be a king now this is done ! King . Nay , he was
...
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King . Sweet Epernoune , our friars are holy men , And will not offer violence to
their king , For all the wealth and treasure of the world . Friar , thou dost
acknowledge me thy king ! Fri. Aye , my good lord , and will die therein . KING .
Then come ...
King . Sweet Epernoune , our friars are holy men , And will not offer violence to
their king , For all the wealth and treasure of the world . Friar , thou dost
acknowledge me thy king ! Fri. Aye , my good lord , and will die therein . KING .
Then come ...
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King . O , no , Navarre , thou must be king of France . Nav . Long may you live ,
and still be king of France . Eper . Or else , die Epernoune . King . Sweet
Epernoune , thy king must die . My lords , Fight in the quarrel of this valiant prince
, For he's ...
King . O , no , Navarre , thou must be king of France . Nav . Long may you live ,
and still be king of France . Eper . Or else , die Epernoune . King . Sweet
Epernoune , thy king must die . My lords , Fight in the quarrel of this valiant prince
, For he's ...
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Ah , Mortimer , the king my son hath news , His father's dead , and we have
murdered him . Y. Mor . What if he have ? the king is yet a child ? Queen . Aye ,
aye , but he tears his hair , and wrings his hands , And vows to be reveng'd upon
us ...
Ah , Mortimer , the king my son hath news , His father's dead , and we have
murdered him . Y. Mor . What if he have ? the king is yet a child ? Queen . Aye ,
aye , but he tears his hair , and wrings his hands , And vows to be reveng'd upon
us ...
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Of Collatine's fair wife , yet shall thou be No Lucrece , nor thy king a Roman slave
, To make rude villany thine honour's grave . MARIA . Why from my bed have you
thus frighted me ? King . To let thee view a bloody horrid tragedy . Maria .
Of Collatine's fair wife , yet shall thou be No Lucrece , nor thy king a Roman slave
, To make rude villany thine honour's grave . MARIA . Why from my bed have you
thus frighted me ? King . To let thee view a bloody horrid tragedy . Maria .
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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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