Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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... COMEDY : BY THE SAME AUTHOR . CONTARIO challenges ERCOLE to fight with him for the possession of JOLENTA , whom they both love . Con . Sir , my love to you has proclaim'd you one Whose word was still led by a noble thought , And that ...
... COMEDY : BY THE SAME AUTHOR . CONTARIO challenges ERCOLE to fight with him for the possession of JOLENTA , whom they both love . Con . Sir , my love to you has proclaim'd you one Whose word was still led by a noble thought , And that ...
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... comedy . ' T begins with O dolentis , and concludes with ha , ha , he . Bor . Ha , ha , he . D'Am . O my echo ! I could stand reverberating this sweet musical air of joy , till I had perish'd my sound lungs with violent laughter ...
... comedy . ' T begins with O dolentis , and concludes with ha , ha , he . Bor . Ha , ha , he . D'Am . O my echo ! I could stand reverberating this sweet musical air of joy , till I had perish'd my sound lungs with violent laughter ...
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... COMEDY . BY FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLEtcher . PHILASTER tells the PRINCESS ARETHUSA how he first found the boy BELLARIO . I have a boy , sent by the gods , Not yet seen in the court . Hunting the buck , I found him sitting by a ...
... COMEDY . BY FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLEtcher . PHILASTER tells the PRINCESS ARETHUSA how he first found the boy BELLARIO . I have a boy , sent by the gods , Not yet seen in the court . Hunting the buck , I found him sitting by a ...
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... which I would wish had been the prologue . It is a pastoral tragi - comedy which the people seeing when it was played , having ever had a singular gift in defining , concluded to be a play of country 105 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.
... which I would wish had been the prologue . It is a pastoral tragi - comedy which the people seeing when it was played , having ever had a singular gift in defining , concluded to be a play of country 105 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.
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... comedy 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 to it , which is enough to make it no comedy , which must be a representation of ...
... comedy 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 to it , which is enough to make it no comedy , which must be a representation of ...
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Acted Antigone Antonio Appius ATREUS beauty Bell blessing blood Bonduca brother Carracus Cast chaste Clor COMEDY curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch e'er earth eyes fair father fear Fernando Fletcher FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES give gods grief happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope James Shirley JOHN FLETCHER king lady leave live look lord lov'd madam maid Majesties Servants methinks mistress Moth mother NATHANIEL FIELD nature ne'er NEARCHUS Nennius never night noble Ordel passion Peneus PHILIP MASSINGER play Pompey poor pray prison queen REVENGER'S TRAGEDY Richard Brome Scud sister sleep sorrow soul speak sweet tears tell thee Thier thine things thou art thou hast thoughts THYESTES Tom D'Urfey TRAGEDY true truth twas unto virtue weep Whilst woman youth
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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 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 72 - My soul from other lands to thee shall soar. Thy else almighty beauty cannot move Rage from the seas, nor thy love teach them love, Nor tame wild Boreas' harshness ; them hast read How roughly he in pieces shivered Fair Orithea, whom he swore he loved.
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 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 206 - 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.
Page 137 - Fletcher's ideas moved slow ; his versification, though sweet, is tedious, it stops at every turn ; he lays line upon line, making up one after the other, adding image to image so deliberately, that we see their junctures. Shakspeare mingles every thing, runs line into line, embarrasses sentences and metaphors ; before one idea has burst its shell, another is hatched and clamorous for disclosure.
Page 16 - Call for the robin-red-breast 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 24 - Which tradesmen use in the city.; their false lights Are to rid bad wares off: and I must tell you, If you will know where breathes a complete man, (I speak it without flattery) turn your eyes, And progress through yourself. Ant. Were there nor heaven nor hell, I should be honest : I have long serv'd virtue, And ne'er ta'en wages of her.
Page 17 - Miserable creature! If thou persist in this, 'tis damnable. Dost thou imagine, thou canst slide on blood, And not be tainted with a shameful fall ? Or, like the black and melancholic yew-tree, Dost think to root thyself in dead men's graves, And yet to prosper ? Instruction to thee Comes like sweet showers to o'er-harden'd ground ; They wet, but pierce not deep.