Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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... lady , enters and relates the miserable end of PORREX , stabbed by his mother in his bed . GORBODUC , AROSTUS , EUBULUS , and others . Gorb . What cruel destiny , What froward fate hath sorted us this chance , That even in those , where ...
... lady , enters and relates the miserable end of PORREX , stabbed by his mother in his bed . GORBODUC , AROSTUS , EUBULUS , and others . Gorb . What cruel destiny , What froward fate hath sorted us this chance , That even in those , where ...
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... ladies , which that time Did there attend , seeing that heinous deed , And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother , and to cry to her for aid , Whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound , Pitying , alas ! ( for nought else ...
... ladies , which that time Did there attend , seeing that heinous deed , And hearing him oft call the wretched name Of mother , and to cry to her for aid , Whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound , Pitying , alas ! ( for nought else ...
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... lady's eye , That bowed the head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace ! How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again . Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these ...
... lady's eye , That bowed the head - piece of thy friendly foe ! How oft in arms on horse to bend the mace ! How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again . Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these ...
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... lady , that bendeth to Syracusa . Ven . I fear , if the water should begin to swell , thou wilt want cunning to guide . Phao . These waters are commonly as the passengers be ; and therefore carrying one so fair in show , there is no ...
... lady , that bendeth to Syracusa . Ven . I fear , if the water should begin to swell , thou wilt want cunning to guide . Phao . These waters are commonly as the passengers be ; and therefore carrying one so fair in show , there is no ...
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... Lady ; he , the poor Ferry- man , but now promoted to be her Gardener . Sapho . What herbs have you brought , Phao ? Phao . Such as will make you sleep , madam , though they cannot make me slumber . Sapho . Why , how can you cure me ...
... Lady ; he , the poor Ferry- man , but now promoted to be her Gardener . Sapho . What herbs have you brought , Phao ? Phao . Such as will make you sleep , madam , though they cannot make me slumber . Sapho . Why , how can you cure me ...
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Alaham art thou AUTHOR Beaumont and Fletcher beauty behold Ben Jonson blessing blood breath Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Charles Lamb COMEDY Corb Corv court crown D'Ambois dead dear death dost doth Duke earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire fortune gentleman give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HENRY CHETTLE honour Jacin king kiss Lady Lamb Lamb's live look lord madam Massinger methinks Mont mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion Phao pity play pleasure poets poor pray prince prithee Queen revenge rich Samuel Daniel Sapho scorn Shakspeare sleep Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY unto virtue weep wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch words
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Page 302 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Page 64 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God. Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus ! Edw.
Page 46 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools...
Page 56 - Barabas is a mere monster brought in with a large painted nose to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
Page 159 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Page 45 - 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 ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
Page 69 - My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse.
Page 303 - Shakspeare have neither child of their own, nor seem to be descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
Page 155 - I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold: And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Page 151 - s there ? CORVINO, a Merchant, enters. Mos. Signior Corvino ! come most wish'd for ! O, How happy were you, if you knew it, now ! Corv. Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos. The tardy hour is come, sir. Corv. He is not dead ? Mos. Not dead, sir, but as good ; He knows no man. Corv. How shall I do then ? Mos. Why, sir ? Corv.