Elizabethan Drama: With Introductions and NotesP.F. Collier, 1910 - 899 Seiten |
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... murder him . GAV . The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace . Y. MOR . Villain ! thy life , unless I miss mine aim . [ Wounds GAVESTON . ] Q. ISAB . Ah ! furious Mortimer , what hast thou done ? Y. MOR . No more than I would ...
... murder him . GAV . The life of thee shall salve this foul disgrace . Y. MOR . Villain ! thy life , unless I miss mine aim . [ Wounds GAVESTON . ] Q. ISAB . Ah ! furious Mortimer , what hast thou done ? Y. MOR . No more than I would ...
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... lord , refer your vengeance to the sword Upon these barons ; hearten up your men ; Qq . Lord Matre [ vis ] , throughout the scene . Corrected by Dyce . Let them not unreveng'd murder your friends ! Advance your 46 MARLOWE.
... lord , refer your vengeance to the sword Upon these barons ; hearten up your men ; Qq . Lord Matre [ vis ] , throughout the scene . Corrected by Dyce . Let them not unreveng'd murder your friends ! Advance your 46 MARLOWE.
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With Introductions and Notes. Let them not unreveng'd murder your friends ! Advance your standard , Edward , in the field , And march to fire them from their starting holes . K. Edw . ( kneeling . ) By earth , the common mother of us all ...
With Introductions and Notes. Let them not unreveng'd murder your friends ! Advance your standard , Edward , in the field , And march to fire them from their starting holes . K. Edw . ( kneeling . ) By earth , the common mother of us all ...
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... murder of my dearest friend , To whom right well you knew our soul was knit , Good Pierce of Gaveston , my sweet favourite . Ah , rebels ! recreants ! you made him away . KENT . Brother , in regard of thee , and of thy land , Did they ...
... murder of my dearest friend , To whom right well you knew our soul was knit , Good Pierce of Gaveston , my sweet favourite . Ah , rebels ! recreants ! you made him away . KENT . Brother , in regard of thee , and of thy land , Did they ...
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... murdered is . But what the heavens appoint , I must obey ! Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; [ Taking off the crown . ] Two kings in England cannot reign at once . But stay awhile , let me be king till night , That I may ...
... murdered is . But what the heavens appoint , I must obey ! Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; [ Taking off the crown . ] Two kings in England cannot reign at once . But stay awhile , let me be king till night , That I may ...
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ARIEL Baldock Banquo blood brother Caliban castle Cordelia CORN daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Duke Earl Edmund England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Fleance FOOL Fortinbras foul France friends Gaveston GENT give GLOU Gloucester grace grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath HC XLVI head hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT KING EDWARD LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam majesty monster murder night noble o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray prithee PROS QUEEN Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE sister sleep Soldiers soul speak SPEN Spencer strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast traitor TRIN unto villain WITCH Young MORTIMER МАСВ
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Seite 137 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Seite 310 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature?
Seite 129 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Seite 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Seite 317 - s here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Seite 320 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 433 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I : In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 138 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this...
Seite 245 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Seite 182 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.