Specimens of English dramatic poets. New ed. (2 pt. in 1 v.)W. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... eyes beheld the same , They saw the dreary sight , and are become Most ruthful records of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , And with her hand , a woful thing to tell , While slumbʼring on his careful bed he ...
... eyes beheld the same , They saw the dreary sight , and are become Most ruthful records of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , And with her hand , a woful thing to tell , While slumbʼring on his careful bed he ...
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... eyes , of him a peerless prince , Son to a king , and in the flower of youth , Even with a twink * a senseless stock I saw . Arost . O damned deed ! Marc . But hear his ruthful end . The noble prince , pierced with the sudden wounds ...
... eyes , of him a peerless prince , Son to a king , and in the flower of youth , Even with a twink * a senseless stock I saw . Arost . O damned deed ! Marc . But hear his ruthful end . The noble prince , pierced with the sudden wounds ...
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... eye , That bow'd 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 plaints are ...
... eye , That bow'd 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 plaints are ...
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... eyes for our behoof . O happy wight that suffers not the snare Of murderous mind to tangle him in blood : And happy he that can in time beware By others ' harms , and turn it to his good : But wo to him that fearing not to offend , Doth ...
... eyes for our behoof . O happy wight that suffers not the snare Of murderous mind to tangle him in blood : And happy he that can in time beware By others ' harms , and turn it to his good : But wo to him that fearing not to offend , Doth ...
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... eyes ? Pain . O lord , yes , sir . Hier . Art a painter ? canst paint me a tear , a wound ? A groan or a sigh ? canst paint me such a tree as this ? Pain . Sir , I am sure you have heard of my painting ; My name ' s Bazardo . Hier ...
... eyes ? Pain . O lord , yes , sir . Hier . Art a painter ? canst paint me a tear , a wound ? A groan or a sigh ? canst paint me such a tree as this ? Pain . Sir , I am sure you have heard of my painting ; My name ' s Bazardo . Hier ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honor hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady leave live look lord Madam methinks Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poison poor pray Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Page 26 - And there, in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space ; and lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Page 27 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come ? Light.
Page 36 - ... 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!
Page 19 - 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...
Page 163 - 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 162 - 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 113 - When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, And builds himself caves, to abide in them.
Page 104 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page 202 - What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits...
Page 64 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.