The Dramatic Works of John Ford: The lover's melancholy. The broken heart. Perkin WarbeckJ. Murray, 1831 |
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... that the reader's attention will soon learn to rest . Hunt- ley , Dalyell , the Lady Katherine Gordon , and Jane Douglas , are four such creations as we might almost Q 2 imagine the modern magician of the north to have sha- ( 227 )
... that the reader's attention will soon learn to rest . Hunt- ley , Dalyell , the Lady Katherine Gordon , and Jane Douglas , are four such creations as we might almost Q 2 imagine the modern magician of the north to have sha- ( 227 )
Page 228
... Hunt- ley's daughter . With such filial feelings as the Lady Katherine possessed , the honied accents of Warbeck's tongue , and the princely fascinations of his language may be supposed to have gained a readier conquest than strict ...
... Hunt- ley's daughter . With such filial feelings as the Lady Katherine possessed , the honied accents of Warbeck's tongue , and the princely fascinations of his language may be supposed to have gained a readier conquest than strict ...
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... hunt him there too ! we will hunt him , Hunt him to death , even in the beldam's closet , Though the archduke were his buckler ! Sur . She has styled him , " The fair white rose of England . " Daw . Jolly gentleman ! More fit to be a ...
... hunt him there too ! we will hunt him , Hunt him to death , even in the beldam's closet , Though the archduke were his buckler ! Sur . She has styled him , " The fair white rose of England . " Daw . Jolly gentleman ! More fit to be a ...
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... Hunt . You trifle time , sir . Dal . Oh , my noble lord , You construe my griefs to so hard a sense , That where the text is argument of pity , Matter of earnest love , your gloss corrupts it With too much ill - placed mirth . Hunt ...
... Hunt . You trifle time , sir . Dal . Oh , my noble lord , You construe my griefs to so hard a sense , That where the text is argument of pity , Matter of earnest love , your gloss corrupts it With too much ill - placed mirth . Hunt ...
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... Hunt . Now , by Saint Andrew , A spark of metal ! he has a brave fire in him . I would he had my daughter , so I knew ' t not . But ' t must not be so , must not .- [ Aside . ] —— Well , young lord , This will not do yet ; if the girl ...
... Hunt . Now , by Saint Andrew , A spark of metal ! he has a brave fire in him . I would he had my daughter , so I knew ' t not . But ' t must not be so , must not .- [ Aside . ] —— Well , young lord , This will not do yet ; if the girl ...
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A-WATER Amet AMETHUS Amyc Amyclas ARETUS Armostes Bass Bassanes beauty blood brother Calantha CHRISTALLA cittern Cleo Cleophila Corax court cousin Crot CROTOLON Dalyell dare daughter Dawbeney dear doth Earl Enter Eroclea Euph Euphranea Exeunt Exit eyes fate father favour Ford fortunes Frion GIFFORD Grau GRAUSIS griefs Gril Gron hast hath heart heaven honour hope Hunt Huntley Ithocles JOHN FORD Kala Kath king Lacedemon lady Lady's Trial LAMBERT SIMNEL live lord Lover's Melancholy madam marriage Melancholy Meleander Menaphon NEARCHUS never noble Orgilus Palador Parthenophill passion peace PELIAS Penthea Perkin PERKIN WARBECK PHILEMA pity poet Pray prince princess prithee Prophilus Rhetias SCENE sister Soph SOPHRONOS soul Sparta speak sweet Tecnicus THAMASTA thank thee there's thine thou art truth twas Urswick WARBECK Witch of Edmonton young youth
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Page 152 - Pen. Not yet, heaven, I do beseech thee ! first let some wild fires Scorch, not consume it ! may the heat be cherish'd With desires infinite, but hopes impossible.
Page 196 - 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. Oh, 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. Be such mere...
Page 187 - O, no more, no more, too late Sighs are spent ; the burning tapers Of a life as chaste as fate, Pure as are unwritten papers, Are burnt out : no heat, no light Now remains ; 'tis ever night. Love is dead ; let lovers...
Page 316 - From the base beadle's whip, crown'd all thy hopes : But, sirrah, ran there in thy veins one drop Of such a royal blood as flows in mine, Thou wouldst not change condition, to be second In England's state, without the crown itself. Coarse creatures are incapable of excellence : But let the world, as all to whom I am This day a spectacle, to time deliver, And by tradition fix posterity Without another chronicle than truth, How constantly my resolution suffer'd A martyrdom of majesty.
Page 323 - Books that you may carry to the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all. A man will often look at them, and be tempted to go on, when he would have been frightened at books of a larger size, and of a more erudite appearance.
Page 167 - Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams, And shadows soon decaying. On the stage Of my mortality, my youth hath acted Some scenes of vanity, drawn out at length By varied pleasures, sweeten'd in the mixture, But tragical in issue.
Page 182 - tis a fine deceit To pass away in a dream! indeed, 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.
Page 181 - Sure, if we were all sirens, we should sing pitifully, And 'twere a comely music, when in parts One sung another's knell; the turtle sighs When he hath lost his mate ; and yet some say He must be dead first...
Page 198 - I do not know where to find, in any play, a catastrophe so grand, so solemn, and so surprising as in this. This is, indeed, according to Milton, to describe high passions and high actions. The fortitude of the Spartan boy, who let a beast gnaw out his bowels till he died without expressing a groan, is a faint bodily image of this dilaceration of the spirit and exenteration of the inmost mind, which...
Page 307 - I expect No less, than what severity calls justice, And politicians safety ; let such beg As feed on alms : but, if there can be mercy In a protested enemy, then may it Descend to these poor creatures, whose engagements, To th...