John Ford; Ed. with Introduction and NotesT. F. Unwin, 1888 - 471 pages |
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... fool the rest Of his dull life . " Master Francis Beaumont to Ben Jonson . " Souls of Poets dead and gone , What Elysium have ye known , Happy field or mossy cavern , Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern ? " Keats . LONDON : J. S. VIRTUE AND ...
... fool the rest Of his dull life . " Master Francis Beaumont to Ben Jonson . " Souls of Poets dead and gone , What Elysium have ye known , Happy field or mossy cavern , Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern ? " Keats . LONDON : J. S. VIRTUE AND ...
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... fool . " Ambition , wealth , ease , I renounce the devil That damns ye here on earth . Or I will be Mine own mirth , or mine own tormentor . - So ! Here comes intelligence ; a buzz o ' the court . 1 " Snarl " as well as " girl , " is ...
... fool . " Ambition , wealth , ease , I renounce the devil That damns ye here on earth . Or I will be Mine own mirth , or mine own tormentor . - So ! Here comes intelligence ; a buzz o ' the court . 1 " Snarl " as well as " girl , " is ...
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... fools , consort . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . An Apartment in the House of THAMASTA . Enter AMETHUS , THAMASTA and Kala . Amet . Does this show well ? Tha . What would you have me do ? Amet . Not like a lady of the trim , SCENE III . ] THE ...
... fools , consort . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . An Apartment in the House of THAMASTA . Enter AMETHUS , THAMASTA and Kala . Amet . Does this show well ? Tha . What would you have me do ? Amet . Not like a lady of the trim , SCENE III . ] THE ...
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... fools should have more wit , knaves more honesty , and beggars more money . Gril . I think now— Cuc . Peace , you squall ! Pal . [ to RHETIAS ] You have not spoken yet . Cuc . Hang him ! he'll nothing but rail . Gril . Most abominable ...
... fools should have more wit , knaves more honesty , and beggars more money . Gril . I think now— Cuc . Peace , you squall ! Pal . [ to RHETIAS ] You have not spoken yet . Cuc . Hang him ! he'll nothing but rail . Gril . Most abominable ...
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... fool ! Trol . [ Aside ] I could clip the old ruffian ; there's hair enough to stuff all the great codpieces in Switzerland . ' A begins to stir ; ' a stirs . Bless us , how his eyes roll ! A good year keep your lordship in your right ...
... fool ! Trol . [ Aside ] I could clip the old ruffian ; there's hair enough to stuff all the great codpieces in Switzerland . ' A begins to stir ; ' a stirs . Bless us , how his eyes roll ! A good year keep your lordship in your right ...
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Page i - 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.
Page xvi - twas my father's last bequest. \Places a ring on the finger of ITHOCLES. Thus I new-many him whose wife I am ; Death shall not separate us. O, 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 women, who with shrieks and outcries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows, Yet live to court new pleasures, and outlive them :...
Page i - Souls of Poets, dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Page 99 - Friar. Dispute no more in this, for know, young man, These are no school-points ; nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely arguments, But heaven admits no jest ! wits that presumed On wit too much, by striving how to prove There was no God, with foolish grounds of art, Discover'd first the nearest way to hell; And fill'd the world with devilish atheism.
Page 105 - I'll undertake with a handful of silver to buy a headful of wit at any time : but, sirrah, I have another purchase in hand ; I shall have the wench, mine 'uncle says. I will but wash my face and shift socks, and then have at her, i'faith ! — Mark my pace, Poggio ! [Passes over the stage, and exit.
Page 100 - Shall a peevish sound, A customary form, from man to man, Of brother and of sister, be a bar Twixt my perpetual happiness and me? Say that we had one father, say one womb (Curse to my joys) gave both us life and birth; Are we not therefore each to other bound 30 So much the more by nature? By the links Of blood, of reason? Nay, if you will have't, Even of religion, to be ever one, One soul, one flesh, one love, one heart, one all?
Page vi - 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 Calantha, with a holy violence against lier nature, keeps closely covered, till the last duties...
Page 226 - Wrong'd soul, thy prayers are heard. Pen. Here, lo, I breathe, A miserable creature, led to ruin By an unnatural brother! Ith. I consume In languishing affections for that trespass ; Yet cannot die. Pen. The handmaid to the wages...
Page 164 - Giovanni, that hast had the spoil Of thine own virtues and my modest fame, Would thou hadst been less subject to those stars That luckless...
Page 456 - 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...