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Page xii
He had apone who was not unwillingly forgotten by his contemporaries , in the
pursuit of the law , to which he prudently adhered ; a circumstance which he
never forgets , nor ever suffers his patrons to forget , as if he feared to pass with
them ...
He had apone who was not unwillingly forgotten by his contemporaries , in the
pursuit of the law , to which he prudently adhered ; a circumstance which he
never forgets , nor ever suffers his patrons to forget , as if he feared to pass with
them ...
Page xviii
527. ) it escaped me that a piece witb this title , by R. Hathway , was performed in
1602. A drama with a similar name , by Luke Hutton , is mentioned by the Editor
of Dodsley's Old Plays as printed before 1600. I have never seen it . Vol . viii .
527. ) it escaped me that a piece witb this title , by R. Hathway , was performed in
1602. A drama with a similar name , by Luke Hutton , is mentioned by the Editor
of Dodsley's Old Plays as printed before 1600. I have never seen it . Vol . viii .
Page xxx
I have elsewhere noticed the uncommon felicity with which Ford has sustained
the part of Warbeck ; he could scarcely believe the identity of this youth with the
young prince , yet he never permits a doubt of it to escape him , and thus skilfully
...
I have elsewhere noticed the uncommon felicity with which Ford has sustained
the part of Warbeck ; he could scarcely believe the identity of this youth with the
young prince , yet he never permits a doubt of it to escape him , and thus skilfully
...
Page xxxvi
Much as has been said of the dramatic poets of Elizabeth and James's days , full
justice has never yet been rendered to their independence on one another :
generally speaking , they stand insulated and alone , and draw , each in his
station ...
Much as has been said of the dramatic poets of Elizabeth and James's days , full
justice has never yet been rendered to their independence on one another :
generally speaking , they stand insulated and alone , and draw , each in his
station ...
Page xlv
That he was not called to the bar may be fairly surmised , as he never makes the
slightest allusion to his pleadings ; and his anxious disavowals to his several
patrons of permitting his dramatic labours to encroach upon his proper business
...
That he was not called to the bar may be fairly surmised , as he never makes the
slightest allusion to his pleadings ; and his anxious disavowals to his several
patrons of permitting his dramatic labours to encroach upon his proper business
...
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Page xxxviii - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Page 187 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Page 367 - twas my father's last bequest. [Places a ring on the finger of ITHOCLES. Thus I new-marry him whose wife I am ; Death shall not separate us. O, my lords, I but deceived your eyes with antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another Of death ! and death ! and death ! still I danced forward ; But it struck home, and here, and in an instant.
Page 130 - Shall a peevish' sound, A customary form, from man to man, Of brother and of sister, be a bar Twixt my perpetual happiness and me...
Page 167 - And love the quintessence of that : this proves, My sister's beauty being rarely fair Is rarely virtuous ; chiefly in her love, , And chiefly in that love, her love to me : If hers to me, then so is mine to her ; Since in like causes are effects alike.
Page 279 - Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition ! 'tis of vipers' breed : it gnaws A passage through the womb that gave it motion. Ambition, like a seeled ' dove, mounts upward, Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds, But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin. So squibs and crackers fly into the air, Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish In stench and smoke.
Page 168 - For colour, lips, for sweet perfumes, her breath; For jewels, eyes; for threads of purest gold, Hair; for delicious choice of flowers, cheeks; Wonder in every portion of that throne. Hear her but speak, and you will swear the spheres 55 Make music to the citizens in heaven; But father, what is else for pleasure framed, Lest I offend your ears, shall go unnamed.
Page 317 - Contemn not your condition for the proof Of bare opinion only : to what end Reach all these moral texts ? Pen. To place before ye A perfect mirror, wherein you may see How weary I am of a lingering life, Who count the best a misery.
Page 90 - Page, walk aside.—Sweet beauty, I am sent ambassador from the mistress of my thoughts, to you, the mistress of my desires. Cleo. So, sir! I pray be brief. Cue. That you may know I am not, as they say, an animal, which is, as they say, a kind of Cokes, which is, as the learned term it, an ass, a puppy, a widgeon, a dolt, a noddy, a Cleo.
Page 333 - I've slept With mine eyes open a great while. No falsehood Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long.
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| Title | Dramatic Works of John Ford ... Volume 1 of Dramatic Works of John Ford, William Gifford |
| Author | John Ford |
| Editor | William Gifford |
| Publisher | John Murray, 1827 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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