The Works of Christopher Marlowe: With Some Account of the Author, and Notes, by the Rev. Alexander DyceRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1865 - 407 pages |
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Page 151
... Abig . Where , father ? Bara . In my house , my girl . Abig . Then shall they ne'er be seen of Barabas ; For they have seiz'd upon thy house and wares . Bara . But they will give me leave once more , I trow , To go into my house . Abig ...
... Abig . Where , father ? Bara . In my house , my girl . Abig . Then shall they ne'er be seen of Barabas ; For they have seiz'd upon thy house and wares . Bara . But they will give me leave once more , I trow , To go into my house . Abig ...
Page 152
... Abig . Grave abbess , and you happy virgins ' guide , Pity the state of a distressèd maid ! Abb . What art thou , daughter ? Abig . The hopeless daughter of a hapless Jew , The Jew of Malta , wretched Barabas , Sometimes the owner of a ...
... Abig . Grave abbess , and you happy virgins ' guide , Pity the state of a distressèd maid ! Abb . What art thou , daughter ? Abig . The hopeless daughter of a hapless Jew , The Jew of Malta , wretched Barabas , Sometimes the owner of a ...
Page 153
... Abig . Now have I happily espied a time To search the plank my father did appoint ; And here , behold , unseen , where I have found The gold , the pearls , and jewels , which he hid . Bara . Now I remember those old women's words , Who ...
... Abig . Now have I happily espied a time To search the plank my father did appoint ; And here , behold , unseen , where I have found The gold , the pearls , and jewels , which he hid . Bara . Now I remember those old women's words , Who ...
Page 154
... Abig . Who's that ? Bara . Peace , Abigail ! ' tis I. Abig . Then , father , here receive thy happiness . Bara . Hast thou't ? Abig . Here . [ throws down bags ] Hast thou't ? There's more , and more , and more . Bara . O my girl , My ...
... Abig . Who's that ? Bara . Peace , Abigail ! ' tis I. Abig . Then , father , here receive thy happiness . Bara . Hast thou't ? Abig . Here . [ throws down bags ] Hast thou't ? There's more , and more , and more . Bara . O my girl , My ...
Page 158
... Abig . For your sake and his own he's welcome hither . Bara . Daughter , a word more : kiss him , speak him fair , And like a cunning Jew so cast about , That ye be both made sure § ere you come out . [ Aside to her . Abig . O father ...
... Abig . For your sake and his own he's welcome hither . Bara . Daughter , a word more : kiss him , speak him fair , And like a cunning Jew so cast about , That ye be both made sure § ere you come out . [ Aside to her . Abig . O father ...
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Page 134 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
Page 20 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Page 381 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 35 - If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Page 111 - 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 ! Faust.
Page 146 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 110 - I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live, To do whatever Faustus shall command, Be it to make the moon drop from her sphere, Or the ocean to overwhelm the world.
Page 101 - ... spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul ! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Page 193 - I have not seen a dapper Jack so brisk; He wears a short Italian hooded cloak, Larded with pearl, and, in his Tuscan cap, A jewel of more value than the crown.