Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 Seiten Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... tell , While slumb'ring on his careful bed he rests , His heart stabb'd in with knife is reft of life . Gorb . O Eubulus , oh draw this sword of ours , And pierce this heart with speed . O hateful light , O loathsome life , O sweet and ...
... tell , While slumb'ring on his careful bed he rests , His heart stabb'd in with knife is reft of life . Gorb . O Eubulus , oh draw this sword of ours , And pierce this heart with speed . O hateful light , O loathsome life , O sweet and ...
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... 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 murder'd ? She should have shone : search ...
... 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 murder'd ? She should have shone : search ...
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... tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his hands , And there is none but what comes from him . 1 Pain . O then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son . Hier . How , was thy son murder'd ? Pain . Ay , sir , no man did ...
... tell thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his hands , And there is none but what comes from him . 1 Pain . O then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son . Hier . How , was thy son murder'd ? Pain . Ay , sir , no man did ...
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... Tell her , her graces hath found grace with him . Cusay . I will my Lord . [ Exit . David . Bright Bethsabe shall wash in David's bower In water mix'd with purest almond flower , And bathe her beauty in the milk of kids ; Bright ...
... Tell her , her graces hath found grace with him . Cusay . I will my Lord . [ Exit . David . Bright Bethsabe shall wash in David's bower In water mix'd with purest almond flower , And bathe her beauty in the milk of kids ; Bright ...
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... tell me , must I now resign my crown , To make usurping Mortimer a king ? Bish . Your grace mistakes , it is for England's good , And princely Edward's right , we crave the crown . Edw . No , ' tis for Mortimer , not Edward's head ; For ...
... tell me , must I now resign my crown , To make usurping Mortimer a king ? Bish . Your grace mistakes , it is for England's good , And princely Edward's right , we crave the crown . Edw . No , ' tis for Mortimer , not Edward's head ; For ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus Clor Corb court 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 TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Seite 231 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Seite 36 - 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 38 - 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 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Seite 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Seite 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
Seite 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
Seite 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
Seite 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
Seite 36 - 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! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!