The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Band 2John C. Nimmo., 1885 |
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... Revenge it on him when you meet him next . Math . For this I'll have his heart . Bar . Do so ; lo here I give thee Abigail . Math . What greater gift can poor Mathias have ? Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love ? My life is not so ...
... Revenge it on him when you meet him next . Math . For this I'll have his heart . Bar . Do so ; lo here I give thee Abigail . Math . What greater gift can poor Mathias have ? Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love ? My life is not so ...
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... revenge it if thou dar'st . Enter BARABAS , above.2 [ They fight . Bar . O bravely fought ; and yet they thrust not home . Now , Lodowick ! now , Mathias ! So [ Both fall . So now they have showed themselves to be tall 3 fellows ...
... revenge it if thou dar'st . Enter BARABAS , above.2 [ They fight . Bar . O bravely fought ; and yet they thrust not home . Now , Lodowick ! now , Mathias ! So [ Both fall . So now they have showed themselves to be tall 3 fellows ...
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... revenge his death . Gov. Look , Katherine , look ! -thy son gave mine these wounds . Mother . O leave to grieve me , I am grieved enough . Gov. O that my sighs could turn to lively breath ; And these my tears to blood , that he might ...
... revenge his death . Gov. Look , Katherine , look ! -thy son gave mine these wounds . Mother . O leave to grieve me , I am grieved enough . Gov. O that my sighs could turn to lively breath ; And these my tears to blood , that he might ...
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... revenge , Because the Prior1 dispossessed thee once , And could'st not ' venge it , but upon his son ; Nor on his son , but by Mathias ' means ; Nor on Mathias , but by murdering me . But I perceive there is no love on earth , Pity in ...
... revenge , Because the Prior1 dispossessed thee once , And could'st not ' venge it , but upon his son ; Nor on his son , but by Mathias ' means ; Nor on Mathias , but by murdering me . But I perceive there is no love on earth , Pity in ...
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... revenge it , and let these their heads Preach upon poles , for trespass of their tongues . War . O , our heads ! 110 Edw . I , yours ; and therefore I would wish you grant- War . Bridle thy anger , gentle Mortimer . Y. Mor . I cannot ...
... revenge it , and let these their heads Preach upon poles , for trespass of their tongues . War . O , our heads ! 110 Edw . I , yours ; and therefore I would wish you grant- War . Bridle thy anger , gentle Mortimer . Y. Mor . I cannot ...
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Abig Abigail Achates Æneas Anna arms Ascanius Baldock Barabas Bell brother Caly Calymath CARDINAL OF LORRAINE Carthage crown death Dido Dido's doth Duke of Guise Dyce Earl Edward England Enter Epernoun Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear France friar friends Gaveston give gold Governor grace Guise hand hate hath heart heaven hence Henry honour Iarbas Ilioneus Isabel Itha Ithamore Jew of Malta Kent king KING OF NAVARRE Lancaster leave live Lodowick look lord madam majesty Malta Mathias Matrevis Mortimer MOUNTSORRELL murder Navarre ne'er night noble Old ed Old eds Pilia prince PRINCE OF CONDÉ Queen revenge SCENE Sergestus ships soldiers speak Spen Spencer stay sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou shalt traitor Troy Turk unto villain Warwick Whither wilt words
Beliebte Passagen
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.