The Tragical History of Doctor FaustusJ. M. Dent & sons, Limited, 1897 - 111 Seiten |
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... serve me , and I'll make thee go like ' Qui mihi discipulus ' ? Clown . How , in verse ? 19 Wag . No , sirrah ; in beaten silk and staves - acre . Clown . How , how , knave's - acre ! ay , I thought that was all the land his father left ...
... serve me , and I'll make thee go like ' Qui mihi discipulus ' ? Clown . How , in verse ? 19 Wag . No , sirrah ; in beaten silk and staves - acre . Clown . How , how , knave's - acre ! ay , I thought that was all the land his father left ...
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... serve you , would you teach me to raise up Banios and Belcheos ? Wag . I will teach thee to turn thyself to any thing , to a dog , or a cat , or a mouse , or a rat , or any thing . Clown . How ! a Christian fellow to a dog , or a cat ...
... serve you , would you teach me to raise up Banios and Belcheos ? Wag . I will teach thee to turn thyself to any thing , to a dog , or a cat , or a mouse , or a rat , or any thing . Clown . How ! a Christian fellow to a dog , or a cat ...
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... served a holy Pope as we shall do . But whilst they sleep within the Consistory , Let us salute his reverend Fatherhood . Ray . Behold , my Lord , the Cardinals are return'd . Pope . Welcome , grave Fathers , answer presently , 150 160 ...
... served a holy Pope as we shall do . But whilst they sleep within the Consistory , Let us salute his reverend Fatherhood . Ray . Behold , my Lord , the Cardinals are return'd . Pope . Welcome , grave Fathers , answer presently , 150 160 ...
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... serve the German Emperor , And lay his life at holy Bruno's feet . For proof whereof , if so your grace be pleas'd , The Doctor stands prepar'd by power of art 10 To cast his magic charms , that shall pierce through 20 The ebon gates of ...
... serve the German Emperor , And lay his life at holy Bruno's feet . For proof whereof , if so your grace be pleas'd , The Doctor stands prepar'd by power of art 10 To cast his magic charms , that shall pierce through 20 The ebon gates of ...
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... serve for buttons to his lips , to keep his tongue from catching cold . Mart . An excellent policy : and now , sirs , having divided him , what shall the body do ? Benv . Zounds , the devil's alive again . Fred . Give him his head , for ...
... serve for buttons to his lips , to keep his tongue from catching cold . Mart . An excellent policy : and now , sirs , having divided him , what shall the body do ? Benv . Zounds , the devil's alive again . Fred . Give him his head , for ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 72 - 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 2 - 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 deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus!
Seite 2 - If we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera sera, What will be, shall be?
Seite 9 - Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night ! View here the blood that trickles from mine arm, And let it be propitious for my wish.
Seite 80 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Seite 81 - O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell. (Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean- — ne'er be found.
Seite 5 - Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides ; Sometimes like women or unwedded maids, Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love : From Venice shall they drag huge argosies, And from America the golden fleece That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury; If learned Faustus will be resolute.
Seite 82 - 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 practice more than heavenly power permits.
Seite 7 - Abjure this magic, turn to God again !" Ay, and Faustus will turn to God again. To God? — He loves thee not — The God thou serv'st is thine own appetite, Wherein is...
Seite 73 - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appeared to hapless Semele: More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azured arms : And none but thou shalt be my paramour!