The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Dramatic specimens and the Garrick playsMethuen & Company, 1904 |
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... fire : These , for revenge of wretched murder done , Doth cause the mother kill her only son . Blood asketh blood , and death must death requit ; Jove by his just and everlasting doom Justly hath ever so requited it . This times before ...
... fire : These , for revenge of wretched murder done , Doth cause the mother kill her only son . Blood asketh blood , and death must death requit ; Jove by his just and everlasting doom Justly hath ever so requited it . This times before ...
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... fire , And so doth bring confusion to them all . [ Exit . [ Act iii . , Sc . 11. ' ] JAQUES and PEDRO , servants . Jaq . I wonder , Pedro , why our master thus At midnight sends us with our torches light , When man and bird and beast ...
... fire , And so doth bring confusion to them all . [ Exit . [ Act iii . , Sc . 11. ' ] JAQUES and PEDRO , servants . Jaq . I wonder , Pedro , why our master thus At midnight sends us with our torches light , When man and bird and beast ...
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... fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again , make me curse hell , invocate , and in the end leave me in a trance , and so forth . Pain . And is ...
... fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again , make me curse hell , invocate , and in the end leave me in a trance , and so forth . Pain . And is ...
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... fire , temper'd with sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me ; Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning ...
... fire , temper'd with sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me ; Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning ...
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... fire and sword . [ Act iv . , Sc . i . ] I had the same difficulty ( or rather much more ) in culling a few sane lines from this as from the preceding Play . The lunes of Tamburlaine are perfect " mid- summer madness ...
... fire and sword . [ Act iv . , Sc . i . ] I had the same difficulty ( or rather much more ) in culling a few sane lines from this as from the preceding Play . The lunes of Tamburlaine are perfect " mid- summer madness ...
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Page 601 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Page 293 - 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 267 - Why? Do you think I fable with you? I assure you. He that has once the flower of the sun, The perfect ruby which we call elixir, Not only can do that, but by its virtue, Can confer honour, love, respect, long life, Give safety, valour: yea, and victory, To whom he will. In eight and twenty days, I'll make an old man of fourscore, a child.
Page 21 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime : Stand still you watches...
Page 182 - Detraction is the sworn friend to ignorance : for mine own part, I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours ; especially of that full and heightened...
Page 179 - 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.
Page 54 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Page 582 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 341 - To my wish : we are private. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certain portion, — that were poor and trivial : In one word, I pronounce all that is mine, In lands or leases, ready coin or goods, With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be yours too. Lav . You are a right kind father.
Page 179 - Constantly. 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.