Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakspeare: With NotesCharles Lamb |
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... Duch . Religious sir , You heard the last words of my dying lord . Lord Card . Which I shall ne'er forget . Duch . May I entreat Your goodness but to speak ' em over to me , As near as memory can befriend your utterance : That I may ...
... Duch . Religious sir , You heard the last words of my dying lord . Lord Card . Which I shall ne'er forget . Duch . May I entreat Your goodness but to speak ' em over to me , As near as memory can befriend your utterance : That I may ...
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... Duch . " Then here I vow , never Lord Card . Why , madam Duch . I can go no further . 99 Lord Card . What , have you forgot your vow ? Duch . I have , too certainly . Lord Card . Your vow ? that cannot be ; it follows now , Just where I ...
... Duch . " Then here I vow , never Lord Card . Why , madam Duch . I can go no further . 99 Lord Card . What , have you forgot your vow ? Duch . I have , too certainly . Lord Card . Your vow ? that cannot be ; it follows now , Just where I ...
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... Duch . In what time prithee ? Hec . Perhaps in a moon's progress . Duch . What , a month ? Out upon pictures , if they be so tedious ! Give me things with some life . Hec . Then seek no farther . Duch . This must be done with speed ...
... Duch . In what time prithee ? Hec . Perhaps in a moon's progress . Duch . What , a month ? Out upon pictures , if they be so tedious ! Give me things with some life . Hec . Then seek no farther . Duch . This must be done with speed ...
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... Duch . I did not doubt you , Hec . No ! what , did you ? mother . My power's so firm , it is not to be question'd . Duch . Forgive what's past ; and now I know the offensive- That vexes art , I'll shun the occasion ever . Hec . Leave ...
... Duch . I did not doubt you , Hec . No ! what , did you ? mother . My power's so firm , it is not to be question'd . Duch . Forgive what's past ; and now I know the offensive- That vexes art , I'll shun the occasion ever . Hec . Leave ...
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... Duch . Good dear soul , Leave me but place thyself behind the arras , Where thou mayst overhear us : wish me good speed , For I am going into a wilderness , N Where I shall find nor path nor friendly clue To THE DUCHESS OF MALFY . 177.
... Duch . Good dear soul , Leave me but place thyself behind the arras , Where thou mayst overhear us : wish me good speed , For I am going into a wilderness , N Where I shall find nor path nor friendly clue To THE DUCHESS OF MALFY . 177.
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beauty BEN JONSON blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth ev'n eyes fair faith father Faustus fear GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE PEELE give gods grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell Heywood honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady leave live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother ne'er never night noble Ovid passion Peneus Phao PHILIP MASSINGER pity play pleasure poor pray prince prithee queen revenge Sapho Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts THYESTES thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch woman
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Page 190 - 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.
Page 172 - O that it were possible we might But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
Page 266 - No doubt ; he's that already. Mam. Nay, I mean, Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
Page 137 - tis To ride in the air When the moon shines fair, And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss : Over woods, high rocks, and mountains, Over seas (our mistress' fountains) Over steep towers and turrets, We fly by night 'mongst troops of Spirits.
Page 17 - 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. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Page 20 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Page 15 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep I never wake ; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life ; Matrevis, come. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist : Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul.
Page 283 - 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!
Page 190 - O thou soft natural death, that art* joint-twin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion : pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes'.
Page 279 - s ear. The pox approach, and add to your diseases, If it would send you hence, the sooner sir, For your incontinence, it hath deserved it Throughly and throughly, and the plague to boot ! You may come near, sir Would you would once close Those filthy eyes of yours, that flow with slime, Like two frog-pits ; and those same hanging cheeks, Cover'd with hide instead of skin — Nay, help, sir That look like frozen dish-clouts set on end !