Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare, Band 1J. Bumpus, 1813 - 484 Seiten |
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... thou lyest , and thou doest nought But tell me I am mad : thou lyest , I am not mad : I know thee to be Pedro , and he Jaques . I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was ...
... thou lyest , and thou doest nought But tell me I am mad : thou lyest , I am not mad : I know thee to be Pedro , and he Jaques . I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was ...
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... thou scornful villain ? How , where , or by what means should I be blest ? Isa . What wouldst thou have , good fellow ? Pain . Justice , madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , Why ...
... thou scornful villain ? How , where , or by what means should I be blest ? Isa . What wouldst thou have , good fellow ? Pain . Justice , madam . Hier . O ambitious beggar , wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world ? Why , Why ...
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... thou now pleas'd ? Or wert thou now disturb'd ? I'll wage all Spain To one sweet kiss , this is some new device To make me fond and long . Oh , you men Have tricks to make poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? away ...
... thou now pleas'd ? Or wert thou now disturb'd ? I'll wage all Spain To one sweet kiss , this is some new device To make me fond and long . Oh , you men Have tricks to make poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? away ...
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... thou hast left her all forlorn . Mort . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those , That make a king seem glorious to he world : I mean the peers , whom thou shouldst dearly love . Libels are cast against thee in the street : Ballads ...
... thou hast left her all forlorn . Mort . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those , That make a king seem glorious to he world : I mean the peers , whom thou shouldst dearly love . Libels are cast against thee in the street : Ballads ...
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... thou them back , I have no power to speak . Leic . My lord , the king is willing to resign . Bish . If he be not ... thou ? Light . To comfort you , and bring you joyful news . Edw . Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks . Villain ...
... thou them back , I have no power to speak . Leic . My lord , the king is willing to resign . Bish . If he be not ... thou ? Light . To comfort you , and bring you joyful news . Edw . Small comfort finds poor Edward in thy looks . Villain ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus cheek Clor Corb curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 38 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day: or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
Seite 40 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Seite 292 - Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit ; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, Which way soever men refer it, Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit.
Seite 179 - For doating on her beauty, though her death Shall be revenged after no common action. Does the silkworm expend her yellow labours For thee? For thee does she undo herself? Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships For the poor benefit of a bewildering minute?
Seite 170 - They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names, which heightens their mysteriousness.
Seite 420 - Yes, as rocks are, When foamy billows split themselves against Their flinty ribs ; or as the moon is moved, When wolves, with hunger pined, howl at her brightness.
Seite 29 - t is to count this trash ! Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell that which may maintain him all his life. The needy groom, that never finger'd groat, Would make a miracle of thus much coin ; But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd full, And all his life-time hath been tired, Wearying his fingers...
Seite 213 - Constantly. Bos. Do you not weep ! Other sins only speak, murder shrieks out, The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
Seite 355 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy ; A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, , It is but giving over of a game That must be lost Phi.
Seite 30 - Infinite riches in a little room. But now how stands the wind? Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill ? Ha! to the east? yes : see how stand the vanes? East and by south : why then I hope my ships I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles Are gotten up by Nilus...