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... to admit into your good opinion , with these weak endeavours , the constancy of affection from the sincere lover of your deserts in honour , JOHN FORD . Ford . H f DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . BONAVENTURA , a Friar . A DEDICATION . 97.
... to admit into your good opinion , with these weak endeavours , the constancy of affection from the sincere lover of your deserts in honour , JOHN FORD . Ford . H f DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . BONAVENTURA , a Friar . A DEDICATION . 97.
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... , Servants , & c . ANNABELLA , Daughter of FLORIO . HIPPOLITA , Wife of RICHARDETTO . PHILOTIS , Niece of RICHARDETTO . PUTANA , Tutoress to ANNABELLA . SCENE - PARMA . F ; ACT THE FIRST . SCENE I. - Friar BONAVENTURA'S Cell.
... , Servants , & c . ANNABELLA , Daughter of FLORIO . HIPPOLITA , Wife of RICHARDETTO . PHILOTIS , Niece of RICHARDETTO . PUTANA , Tutoress to ANNABELLA . SCENE - PARMA . F ; ACT THE FIRST . SCENE I. - Friar BONAVENTURA'S Cell.
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John Ford Havelock Ellis. ACT THE FIRST . SCENE I. - Friar BONAVENTURA'S Cell . Enter FRIAR and GIOVANNI . RIAR . Dispute no more in this ; for know , young man , These are no school - points ; nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely ...
John Ford Havelock Ellis. ACT THE FIRST . SCENE I. - Friar BONAVENTURA'S Cell . Enter FRIAR and GIOVANNI . RIAR . Dispute no more in this ; for know , young man , These are no school - points ; nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely ...
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... Friar . Yes , you may love , fair son . Must I not praise Gio . That beauty which , if framed anew , the gods Would make a god of , if they had it there , And kneel to it , as I do kneel to them ? Friar . Why , foolish madman , - Gio ...
... Friar . Yes , you may love , fair son . Must I not praise Gio . That beauty which , if framed anew , the gods Would make a god of , if they had it there , And kneel to it , as I do kneel to them ? Friar . Why , foolish madman , - Gio ...
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... Friar . Then I have done , and in thy wilful flames Already see thy ruin ; Heaven is just . Yet hear my counsel . Gio . As a voice of life . Friar . Hie to thy father's house ; there lock thee fast Alone within thy chamber ; then fall ...
... Friar . Then I have done , and in thy wilful flames Already see thy ruin ; Heaven is just . Yet hear my counsel . Gio . As a voice of life . Friar . Hie to thy father's house ; there lock thee fast Alone within thy chamber ; then fall ...
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Page iv - 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 97 - 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 iv - Souls of Poets, dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Page 98 - 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 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 ? Friar.
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