Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesIncludes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? those instruments ; Art thou now pleas'd ? I'll wage all Spain away . Queen . Away , what way ? I prithee , speak more kindly . Why dost thou frown ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ...
... poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? those instruments ; Art thou now pleas'd ? I'll wage all Spain away . Queen . Away , what way ? I prithee , speak more kindly . Why dost thou frown ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ...
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... poor , but would they sell their land , Could levy men enough to anger you . We never beg , but use such prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And ...
... poor , but would they sell their land , Could levy men enough to anger you . We never beg , but use such prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And ...
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... poor Edward in thy looks . Villain , I know thou com'st to murder me . Light . To murder you , my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm . The queen sent me to see how you were us'd , For she relents at this your ...
... poor Edward in thy looks . Villain , I know thou com'st to murder me . Light . To murder you , my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm . The queen sent me to see how you were us'd , For she relents at this your ...
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... poor minutes with my moans , That I have made the heavy slow pac'd hours To hang like heavy clogs upon the day . But , dear Mounchensey , had not my affection Seiz❜d on the beauty of another dame , Before I'd wrong the chase , and ...
... poor minutes with my moans , That I have made the heavy slow pac'd hours To hang like heavy clogs upon the day . But , dear Mounchensey , had not my affection Seiz❜d on the beauty of another dame , Before I'd wrong the chase , and ...
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... poor Is like a sacred book that's never read ; To himself he lives and to all else seems dead . This age thinks better of a gilded fool , Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school . I will be Strong : then I refuse Long Life ; And ...
... poor Is like a sacred book that's never read ; To himself he lives and to all else seems dead . This age thinks better of a gilded fool , Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school . I will be Strong : then I refuse Long Life ; And ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus 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 Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
Popular passages
Page 231 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 36 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! 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 38 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Page 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Page 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
Page 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
Page 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
Page 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
Page 36 - 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! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!