The Story of Elizabethan DramaThe University Press, 1924 - Počet stran: 134 |
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2ND CLO acted actors Antonio's Revenge audience Balthazar beauty Belimperia blood Brazen Head Bungay Caesar Castile characters Christopher Marlowe Chronicle Play Clown Comedy coward dead devil doth dramatists earth Edward Elizabethan drama Endimion English Erasto euphuistic eyes FAIRY faith Falstaffe father Faustus Friar Bacon GLEND Greene Hamlet hand hath heard heart Henry the Fourth here's Hieronimo honour Horatio humour IST CLO Jack Jonson Julius Caesar KENT king knocking Lacy LADY LEAR look lord Lorenzo MACB Macbeth Marlowe Marry master Merchant of Venice Miles murder never night Perseda PETO plot POINS pray PRINCE Pyramus Queen QUIN Revenge Play Robert Greene sack scene Shake Shakespeare sing sleep SNOUT Soliman soul Spanish Tragedy speak stage story sweet Tamburlaine tell Tellus theatre thee Thisby Thomas Kyd thou art Viceroy villain William Shakespeare
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Strana 103 - Give me leave. Here lies the water ; good : here stands the man ; good : If the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes ; mark you that ? but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law ? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is 't ; crowner's-quest law. 2 Clo. Will you ha...
Strana 90 - O reform it altogether, and let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them, for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Strana 109 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? ACT v, sc. i] HAMLET 519 Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away...
Strana 77 - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
Strana 112 - God bless us ! ' and ' Amen ' the other ; As ' they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say ' Amen,' When they did say ' God bless us !
Strana 48 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close...
Strana 127 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, And with him rises weeping...
Strana 62 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Strana 117 - The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make Shall of a corn cry woe, And turn his sleep to wake." For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Strana 128 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can...