The Works of the British Dramatists: Carefully Selected from the Original Editions with Biographical Notes, Etc., EtcW.W. Swayne, 1870 - 509 Seiten |
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... Death and the Mother of Death are represented as taking part ; ' until at length such characters as Reufin and Lyon were employed , partaking of greater individuality , though still personifying the feelings and passions which are ...
... Death and the Mother of Death are represented as taking part ; ' until at length such characters as Reufin and Lyon were employed , partaking of greater individuality , though still personifying the feelings and passions which are ...
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... death of Burleigh , succeeded him as Lord High Treasurer . In 1604 he was created Earl of Dorset by King James , died in 1608 , and was buried in West- minster Abbey . The play of Gorboduc is regularly divided into five acts and scenes ...
... death of Burleigh , succeeded him as Lord High Treasurer . In 1604 he was created Earl of Dorset by King James , died in 1608 , and was buried in West- minster Abbey . The play of Gorboduc is regularly divided into five acts and scenes ...
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... Death . NUNTIUS , a Messenger of Duke Fergus rising in arms . MARCELLA , a Lady of the Queen's Privy Chamber . CHORUS , four ancient and sage men of Britain . ACT I. - SCENE I. VIDENA ; FERREX . Vid . Even to Porrex , his younger son ...
... Death . NUNTIUS , a Messenger of Duke Fergus rising in arms . MARCELLA , a Lady of the Queen's Privy Chamber . CHORUS , four ancient and sage men of Britain . ACT I. - SCENE I. VIDENA ; FERREX . Vid . Even to Porrex , his younger son ...
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... death , your brother's , and your own , Your present murder , and eternal shame . Hear me , O king , and suffer not to sink So high a treason in your princely breast . Fer . The mighty gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such ...
... death , your brother's , and your own , Your present murder , and eternal shame . Hear me , O king , and suffer not to sink So high a treason in your princely breast . Fer . The mighty gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such ...
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... death for death , thy due desert . Yet since thou art our child , and since as yet In this hard case what word thou canst allege For thy defence , by us hath not been heard , We are content to stay our will for that Which justice bids ...
... death for death , thy due desert . Yet since thou art our child , and since as yet In this hard case what word thou canst allege For thy defence , by us hath not been heard , We are content to stay our will for that Which justice bids ...
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Seite 120 - 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 108 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 163 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 112 - 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 l - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin. All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes. She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas ! become of me?
Seite 317 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Seite 56 - He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God ; and he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds ; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Seite 56 - Although my house be not so with God; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.
Seite 110 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Seite 114 - And long ere this I should have slain myself, Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair, Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and CEnon's death? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die then, or basely despair ? I am resolved.- Faustus shall ne'er repent— Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine Astrology.