Works: Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ. M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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... sure I shall . I'll give their perfect character . They are first , Sweetmeats which rot the eater ; in man's nostrils Poison'd perfumes : they are cozening alchymy ; Shipwrecks in calmest weather . What are whores ? Cold Russian ...
... sure I shall . I'll give their perfect character . They are first , Sweetmeats which rot the eater ; in man's nostrils Poison'd perfumes : they are cozening alchymy ; Shipwrecks in calmest weather . What are whores ? Cold Russian ...
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... sure , you do not well To fright me thus : you never look thus pale , But when you are most angry . I do charge you Upon my blessing , —nay , I'll call the duke , And he shall school you . Mar. Publish not a fear Which would convert to ...
... sure , you do not well To fright me thus : you never look thus pale , But when you are most angry . I do charge you Upon my blessing , —nay , I'll call the duke , And he shall school you . Mar. Publish not a fear Which would convert to ...
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... sure , I never shall know here . I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet , to my cause of sorrow : The heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass , The earth of flaming sulphur , yet I am not mad . I am acquainted with sad ...
... sure , I never shall know here . I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet , to my cause of sorrow : The heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass , The earth of flaming sulphur , yet I am not mad . I am acquainted with sad ...
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... sure : dost know me ? Bos . Yes . Duch . Who am I ? Bos . Thou art a box of wormseed , at best but a salvatory of green mummy . What ' s this flesh a little crudded milk , fantastical puff- paste . Our bodies are weaker than those paper ...
... sure : dost know me ? Bos . Yes . Duch . Who am I ? Bos . Thou art a box of wormseed , at best but a salvatory of green mummy . What ' s this flesh a little crudded milk , fantastical puff- paste . Our bodies are weaker than those paper ...
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... sure ' twould fright the sinner , And make him a good coward : put a reveller Out of his antick amble , And cloy an epicure with empty dishes . Here might a scornful and ambitious woman Look through and through herself . - See , ladies ...
... sure ' twould fright the sinner , And make him a good coward : put a reveller Out of his antick amble , And cloy an epicure with empty dishes . Here might a scornful and ambitious woman Look through and through herself . - See , ladies ...
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Antonio Berinthia Bian blessing blood Bonduca brother Cæsar Carracus Clor COMEDY Creon curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch e'er earth eyes fair father fear Fernando Fletcher fortunes FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES give gods grief happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope Ithocles JOHN FLETCHER king lady leave live look lord lov'd madam maid Massinger methinks misery mistress Moth NATHANIEL FIELD nature ne'er NEARCHUS Nennius never night noble passion Peneus Penthea PHILIP MASSINGER pity play Pompey poor pray Ptol Queen Richard Brome Scud SEBASTIANO servant shalt sister sleep sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee THESEUS thine THOMAS D'URFEY thou art thou hast thought THYESTES TRAGEDY true truth twas UNNATURAL COMBAT unto virtue weep whilst wife woman worthy wretched youth
Popular passages
Page 95 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers ; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she...
Page 33 - Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me ! Yet stay ! heaven-gates are not so highly arch'd As princes' palaces ; they that enter there Must go upon their knees. Come, violent death ! Serve for mandragora to make me sleep. Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet ! They strangle her kneeling.
Page 34 - To move a horror skilfully, to touch a soul to the quick, to lay upon fear as much as it can bear, to wean and weary a life till it is ready to drop, and then step in with mortal instruments to take its last forfeit : this only a Webster can do. Inferior geniuses may " upon horror's head horrors accumulate,
Page 68 - Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Page 12 - It shall not be a house of convertites ; My mind shall make it honester to me Than the Pope's palace, and more peaceable Than thy soul, though thou art a cardinal.
Page 70 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father 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...
Page 34 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
Page 126 - Queen. Now for the love of him whom Jove hath mark'd The honour of your bed, and for the sake Of clear virginity, be advocate For us, and our distresses ! This good deed Shall raze you out o' the book of trespasses All you are set down there.
Page 106 - A tragicomedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy, which must be a representation of familiar people, with such kind of trouble as no life be questioned ; so that a god is as lawful in this as in a tragedy, and mean people as in a comedy.
Page 210 - Urswick, command the Dukeling, and these fellows, To Digby the Lieutenant of the Tower : With safety let them be convey'd to London. It is our pleasure, no uncivil outrage, Taunts, or abuse, be suffer'd to their persons : They shall meet fairer law than they deserve.