Christopher MarloweVizetelly, 1887 - 430 Seiten |
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... high astounding terms , And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword . View but his picture in this tragic glass , And then applaud his fortune as you please . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . MYCETES , King of Persia . COSROE. B 2.
... high astounding terms , And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword . View but his picture in this tragic glass , And then applaud his fortune as you please . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . MYCETES , King of Persia . COSROE. B 2.
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... swords at thee , Meaning to mangle all thy provinces . Myc . Brother , I see your meaning well enough , And through your planets I perceive you think I am not wise enough to be a king ; But I refer me to my noblemen That know my wit ...
... swords at thee , Meaning to mangle all thy provinces . Myc . Brother , I see your meaning well enough , And through your planets I perceive you think I am not wise enough to be a king ; But I refer me to my noblemen That know my wit ...
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Christopher Marlowe Havelock Ellis. Myc . Go , stout Theridamas , thy words are swords , And with thy looks thou conquerest all thy foes ; I long to see thee back return from thence , ! That I may view these milk - white steeds of mine ...
Christopher Marlowe Havelock Ellis. Myc . Go , stout Theridamas , thy words are swords , And with thy looks thou conquerest all thy foes ; I long to see thee back return from thence , ! That I may view these milk - white steeds of mine ...
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... captive heads . 1 The curtle - axe ( Fr. coutelasse ) was not an axe , but a short curved sword , which survives in the modern cutlass . Invaluable . Usum . And making thee and me , Techelles , SCENE II . ] 13 PART THE FIRST .
... captive heads . 1 The curtle - axe ( Fr. coutelasse ) was not an axe , but a short curved sword , which survives in the modern cutlass . Invaluable . Usum . And making thee and me , Techelles , SCENE II . ] 13 PART THE FIRST .
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... swords enamelled , and about their necks Hang massy chains of gold , down to the waist , In every part exceeding brave ' and rich . Tamb . Then shall we fight courageously with them ? Or look you I should play the orator ? Tech . No ...
... swords enamelled , and about their necks Hang massy chains of gold , down to the waist , In every part exceeding brave ' and rich . Tamb . Then shall we fight courageously with them ? Or look you I should play the orator ? Tech . No ...
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Abig Abigail ANIPPE arms Bajazeth Barabas bassoes blood brave Calymath Christians conquered crown Damascus death devil Doctor Faustus doth earth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit fair Farewell father Faustus fear Fern FERNEZE Friar friends Gaveston give gold governor grace hath heart Heaven hell honour Isab Itha Ithamore J. A. SYMONDS Jew of Malta Jove Kent KING EDWARD King of Fez Knight Lancaster live Lodowick look lord Lucifer madam Mahomet majesty Malta Marlowe Marlowe's master Master Doctor Mathias Meph Mephistophilis mighty Natolia never Persian Pilia pity princely queen Re-enter SCENE Schol Scythian sirrah slave soldiers soul speak Spen Spencer stay sweet sword Tamb Tamburlaine Tech Techelles tell thee Ther Theridamas thine thou art thou shalt thousand thyself traitor Turk unto Usum USUMCASANE villain words Zeno Zenocrate
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 228 - 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 iv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Seite 223 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! 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 xxxiv - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Seite xxxv - 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 185 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Seite 227 - ... 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 ! 0 lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite xxxv - 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.
Seite 415 - 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 distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Seite xxxiv - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...