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Acted arms AUTHOR beauty Bell better blessing blood brother Cast COMEDY comes court dare daughter dead dear death doth Duch earth enters eyes face fair fall father fear fortune give gods grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope John keep kill kind king lady leave light live look lord lost madam mean meet mind Moth mother nature never night noble once passion play pleasure poor pray present queen rest Servants sister sleep sorrow soul speak stand strange sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thou art thoughts TRAGEDY true truth turn unto virtue weep Whilst wife wish woman worthy young youth
Seite 95 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers ; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she...
Seite 33 - Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me ! Yet stay ! heaven-gates are not so highly arch'd As princes' palaces ; they that enter there Must go upon their knees. 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 ! They strangle her kneeling.
Seite 34 - To move a horror skilfully, to touch a soul to the quick, to lay upon fear as much as it can bear, to wean and weary a life till it is ready to drop, and then step in with mortal instruments to take its last forfeit : this only a Webster can do. Inferior geniuses may " upon horror's head horrors accumulate,
Seite 68 - 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.
Seite 12 - It shall not be a house of convertites ; My mind shall make it honester to me Than the Pope's palace, and more peaceable Than thy soul, though thou art a cardinal.
Seite 70 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feign'd pilgrimage, and dress'd myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and understanding well, That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Seite 34 - 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 126 - Queen. Now for the love of him whom Jove hath mark'd The honour of your bed, and for the sake Of clear virginity, be advocate For us, and our distresses ! This good deed Shall raze you out o' the book of trespasses All you are set down there.
Seite 106 - A tragicomedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy, which must be a representation of familiar people, with such kind of trouble as no life be questioned ; so that a god is as lawful in this as in a tragedy, and mean people as in a comedy.
Seite 210 - Urswick, command the Dukeling, and these fellows, To Digby the Lieutenant of the Tower : With safety let them be convey'd to London. It is our pleasure, no uncivil outrage, Taunts, or abuse, be suffer'd to their persons : They shall meet fairer law than they deserve.