John Ford; Ed. with Introduction and NotesT. F. Unwin, 1888 - 471 pages |
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... Fair lady , whom you wished to make your own ? Par . Not any , truly . Kal . What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know , Nor do I care to hope for . But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice , Of ...
... Fair lady , whom you wished to make your own ? Par . Not any , truly . Kal . What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know , Nor do I care to hope for . But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice , Of ...
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... fair gentlewoman , Pray give me leave as yet to study ignorance , For my weak brains conceive not what concerns me . Another time- [ Going . Tha . Re - enter THAMASTA . Do I break off your parley , That you are parting ? Sure , my woman ...
... fair gentlewoman , Pray give me leave as yet to study ignorance , For my weak brains conceive not what concerns me . Another time- [ Going . Tha . Re - enter THAMASTA . Do I break off your parley , That you are parting ? Sure , my woman ...
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... fair mistress . Men . I would I could as easily remove Sadness from your remembrance , sir , as study To do you faithful service . - My dear cousin , All best of comforts bless your sweet obedience ! Cleo . One chief of ' em , my worthy ...
... fair mistress . Men . I would I could as easily remove Sadness from your remembrance , sir , as study To do you faithful service . - My dear cousin , All best of comforts bless your sweet obedience ! Cleo . One chief of ' em , my worthy ...
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John Ford Havelock Ellis. Of sadness thicken and make dark the sky Of thy fair eyes , yet give me leave to follow The stream of my affections : they are pure , Without all mixture of unnoble thoughts . Can you be ever mine ? Cleo . I am ...
John Ford Havelock Ellis. Of sadness thicken and make dark the sky Of thy fair eyes , yet give me leave to follow The stream of my affections : they are pure , Without all mixture of unnoble thoughts . Can you be ever mine ? Cleo . I am ...
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... fair or honest , so , considering thy service , thou art as thou art , and so are thy betters , let them be what they can be . Thus , in despite and defiance of all thy good parts , if I cannot endure thy baseness , ' tis more out of ...
... fair or honest , so , considering thy service , thou art as thou art , and so are thy betters , let them be what they can be . Thus , in despite and defiance of all thy good parts , if I cannot endure thy baseness , ' tis more out of ...
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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...