Great English Plays: Twenty-three Masterpieces from the Mysteries to Sheridan (excluding Shakespeare) with Three Representative Plays of the Nineteenth CenturyHarold F. Rubinstein Harper & Brothers, 1928 - Počet stran: 1136 |
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Strana 84
... lord , I thank you ; it shall not need . I had a suit unto her , but too late , And her disgrace makes me unfortunate . LOR .: Why so , Hieronimo ? use me . HIER . Oh no , my lord ; I dare not ; it must not be ; I humbly thank your ...
... lord , I thank you ; it shall not need . I had a suit unto her , but too late , And her disgrace makes me unfortunate . LOR .: Why so , Hieronimo ? use me . HIER . Oh no , my lord ; I dare not ; it must not be ; I humbly thank your ...
Strana 86
... lord , what makes you rise so soon ? LOR . Fear of preventing our mishaps too late . BAL .: What mischief is it that we not mistrust ? LOR . Our greatest ills we least mistrust , my lord , And unexpected harms do hurt us most . BAL ...
... lord , what makes you rise so soon ? LOR . Fear of preventing our mishaps too late . BAL .: What mischief is it that we not mistrust ? LOR . Our greatest ills we least mistrust , my lord , And unexpected harms do hurt us most . BAL ...
Strana 87
... lord so well ? Injurious villain , murd'rer of his friend ! LOR .: Hath Pedringano murder'd Serberine ? My lord , let me entreat you to take the pains To exasperate and hasten his revenge With your complaints unto my lord the king ...
... lord so well ? Injurious villain , murd'rer of his friend ! LOR .: Hath Pedringano murder'd Serberine ? My lord , let me entreat you to take the pains To exasperate and hasten his revenge With your complaints unto my lord the king ...
Strana 107
... lord , and joy to see the same . CAST . And know'st thou why this meeting is ? LOR . For her , my lord , whom Balthazar doth love , And to confirm their promis'd marriage . CAST . She is thy sister ? LOR .: Who , Bellimperia ? ay , My ...
... lord , and joy to see the same . CAST . And know'st thou why this meeting is ? LOR . For her , my lord , whom Balthazar doth love , And to confirm their promis'd marriage . CAST . She is thy sister ? LOR .: Who , Bellimperia ? ay , My ...
Strana 109
... lord ? CAST . Hieronimo , I hope you have no cause , And would be loath that one of your deserts Should once have reason to suspect my son , Consid'ring how I think of you myself . HIER .: Your son Lorenzo ! whom , my noble lord ? The ...
... lord ? CAST . Hieronimo , I hope you have no cause , And would be loath that one of your deserts Should once have reason to suspect my son , Consid'ring how I think of you myself . HIER .: Your son Lorenzo ! whom , my noble lord ? The ...
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Strana 169 - O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah my Christ!
Strana 681 - 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 robb'd) 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 389 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Strana 148 - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O Faustus! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
Strana 289 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 170 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Strana 144 - How am I glutted with conceit of this! Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely délicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Strana 172 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay. Sometime a lovely boy...
Strana 401 - 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!
Strana 959 - Here, let one of my servants come up. (To him.) My positive directions were, that as I did not drink myself, they should make up for my deficiencies below. Hard. Then they had your orders for what they do!