Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, Svazek 1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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Strana xiii
... father's woe . [ Exeunt . [ to reign Chorus of aged men . When greedy lust in royal seat Hath reft all care of gods and eke of men ; And cruel heart , wrath , treason , and disdain , Within th ' ambitious breast are lodged , then Behold ...
... father's woe . [ Exeunt . [ to reign Chorus of aged men . When greedy lust in royal seat Hath reft all care of gods and eke of men ; And cruel heart , wrath , treason , and disdain , Within th ' ambitious breast are lodged , then Behold ...
Strana 5
... father's garden . The murderers ( BALTHAZAR , his rival , and LORENZO , the brother of BELIMPERIA ) hang his body on a tree . HIERONIMO is awakened by the cries of BELIMPERIA , and coming out into his garden , discovers by the THE ...
... father's garden . The murderers ( BALTHAZAR , his rival , and LORENZO , the brother of BELIMPERIA ) hang his body on a tree . HIERONIMO is awakened by the cries of BELIMPERIA , and coming out into his garden , discovers by the THE ...
Strana 6
... father doat , rave , or run mad ? Being born , it pouts , cries , and breeds teeth . What is there yet in a son ? He must be fed , be taught to go , and speak . Ay , or yet ? why might not a man love a calf as well ? Or melt in passion ...
... father doat , rave , or run mad ? Being born , it pouts , cries , and breeds teeth . What is there yet in a son ? He must be fed , be taught to go , and speak . Ay , or yet ? why might not a man love a calf as well ? Or melt in passion ...
Strana 40
... father of that wealth That solely lengthens his now drooping years , His virtuous daughter , and all ( of that sex ) ... father's plaint Will move the heavens to pour forth misery Upon the head of disobediency . Yet reason tells us ...
... father of that wealth That solely lengthens his now drooping years , His virtuous daughter , and all ( of that sex ) ... father's plaint Will move the heavens to pour forth misery Upon the head of disobediency . Yet reason tells us ...
Strana 47
... fathers , mean to launch their pursy bags . But in mean time to thrust Mounchensey off , For colour of this new intended match , Fair Millisent to Cheston * must be sent , To take the approbation of a Nun . Ne'er look upon me , lad ...
... fathers , mean to launch their pursy bags . But in mean time to thrust Mounchensey off , For colour of this new intended match , Fair Millisent to Cheston * must be sent , To take the approbation of a Nun . Ne'er look upon me , lad ...
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Strana 192 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Strana 208 - 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.
Strana 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Strana 28 - Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus Than pitied in a Christian poverty ; For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which, methinks, fits not their profession.
Strana 32 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg; I'll have them fill the public schools with silk...
Strana 35 - 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!
Strana 193 - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
Strana 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Strana 26 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
Strana 20 - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...