The Chief Elizabethan Dramatists, Excluding ShakespeareWilliam Allan Neilson Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - Всего страниц: 878 |
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Amin ANIPPE art thou Avoc Barabas Bell blood brave brother Cand CHARLES MOUNTFORD Corb Corv court crown Cynth dare dear death Dion Diphilus doth Duke Endymion Enter Eudemus Eumenides Exeunt Exit eyes Eyre Face fair faith farewell father Faustus fear Firk fool Fressingfield Friar Gaveston gentlemen give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven here's Hieronimo honour hope Isab Itha King knave Lacy lady live look lord madam Marry master Master Doctor Mephistophilis mistress Mortimer Mosca ne'er never night PHARAMOND Philaster Pietro Pilia poison'd pray prince Ralph Re-enter SCENE Sejanus Sirrah soul speak stay sweet sword Tamb Tamburlaine tell Tellus thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra troth unto Volp VOLPONE Volt Wendoll wife
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Стр. 76 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Стр. 567 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Стр. 150 - This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Стр. 289 - Men of your large profession, that could speak To every cause, and things mere contraries, Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law; That, with most quick agility, could turn, And...
Стр. 215 - Learn to be wise, and practise how to thrive; That would I have you do: and not to spend Your coin on every bauble that you fancy, Or every foolish brain that humours you. I would not have you to invade each place, Nor thrust yourself on all societies, Till men's affections, or your own desert, Should worthily invite you to your rank. He that is so respectless in his courses, Oft sells his reputation at cheap market. Nor would I, you should melt away yourself In flashing bravery, lest, while you...
Стр. 150 - 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.
Стр. 292 - Here has been Voltore, here were others too, I cannot number 'em, they were so many ; All gaping here for legacies : but I, Taking the vantage of his naming you, Signior Corvino, Signior Corvino, took Paper, and pen, and ink, and there I ask'd him, Whom he would have his heir ? Corvino. Who Should be executor ? Corvino. And, To any question he was silent to, I still interpreted the nods he made, Through weakness, for consent : and sent home th' others, Nothing bequeath'd them, but to cry and curse.*...
Стр. 143 - Could not but take compassion of my state. Stately and proud, in riches and in train, Whilom I was, powerful and full of pomp : But what is he whom rule and empery Have not in life or death made miserable...
Стр. 567 - With a feign'd pilgrimage, and dress'd myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and understanding well, That when I made discovery of my sex, I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known...
Стр. 142 - Now, lords, our loving friends and countrymen, Welcome to England all, with prosperous winds! Our kindest friends in Belgia have we left, To cope with friends at home; a heavy case When force to force is knit, and sword and glaive In civil broils make kin and countrymen Slaughter themselves in others, and their sides With their own weapons gore!