The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Band 2John C. Nimmo., 1885 |
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... THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO , QUEEN OF CARTHAGE PAGE . I · 115 • 235 • 299 PUBLISHER'S NOTICE . Four hundred copies of this Edition have been printed and the type distributed . No more will be published . THE JEW OF MALTA . VOL . II . A.
... THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO , QUEEN OF CARTHAGE PAGE . I · 115 • 235 • 299 PUBLISHER'S NOTICE . Four hundred copies of this Edition have been printed and the type distributed . No more will be published . THE JEW OF MALTA . VOL . II . A.
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... QUEEN ISABELLA . me Y. Mor . Madam , whither walks your majesty so fast ? Queen . Unto the forest , 1 gentle Mortimer , To live in grief and baleful discontent ; For now , my lord , the king regards me not , But doats upon the love of ...
... QUEEN ISABELLA . me Y. Mor . Madam , whither walks your majesty so fast ? Queen . Unto the forest , 1 gentle Mortimer , To live in grief and baleful discontent ; For now , my lord , the king regards me not , But doats upon the love of ...
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... Queen . Then let him stay ; for rather than my lord Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies , I will endure a melancholy life , And let him frolic with his minion . Archbish . My lords , to ease all this , but hear me speak : - : - We ...
... Queen . Then let him stay ; for rather than my lord Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies , I will endure a melancholy life , And let him frolic with his minion . Archbish . My lords , to ease all this , but hear me speak : - : - We ...
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... QUEEN ISABEL . Queen . Whither goes my lord ? 140 Edw . Fawn not on me , French strumpet ! get thee gone . Queen . On whom but on my husband should I fawn ? Gav . On Mortimer ! with whom , ungentle queen- I say no more - judge you the ...
... QUEEN ISABEL . Queen . Whither goes my lord ? 140 Edw . Fawn not on me , French strumpet ! get thee gone . Queen . On whom but on my husband should I fawn ? Gav . On Mortimer ! with whom , ungentle queen- I say no more - judge you the ...
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... Queen . Your highness knows it lies not in my power . Edw . Away then ! touch me not - Come , Gaveston . Queen . Villain ! ' tis thou that robb'st me of my lord . 160 Gav . Madam , ' tis you that rob me of my lord . Edw . Speak not unto ...
... Queen . Your highness knows it lies not in my power . Edw . Away then ! touch me not - Come , Gaveston . Queen . Villain ! ' tis thou that robb'st me of my lord . 160 Gav . Madam , ' tis you that rob me of my lord . Edw . Speak not unto ...
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Seite 233 - 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 48 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Seite 122 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad ; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance...
Seite 117 - The troublesome Raigne and lamentable Death of Edward the Second, King of England: with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer.
Seite 206 - But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds ; But, when the imperial lion's flesh is gored, He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, And highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood, mounts up into the air.
Seite 208 - My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime: Stand still you watches...
Seite 35 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.
Seite 227 - Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont.
Seite 121 - I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please; Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows...
Seite 99 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.