The works of the British dramatists, selected, with notes, biographies, and intr. by J.S. Keltie, Volume 31sir John Scott Keltie 1870 |
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... Sfor . It need not , my Marcelia ; When most I strive to praise thee , I appear A poor detractor : for thou art indeed So absolute ' in body and in mind , That , but to speak the least part to the height , Would ask an angel's tongue ...
... Sfor . It need not , my Marcelia ; When most I strive to praise thee , I appear A poor detractor : for thou art indeed So absolute ' in body and in mind , That , but to speak the least part to the height , Would ask an angel's tongue ...
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... Sfor . Speak , is all lost ? Cour . [ Delivers a letter . ] The letter will inform you . Fran . How his hand shakes , As he receives it ! Mari . This is some allay To his hot passion . Sfor . Though it bring death , I'll read it ...
... Sfor . Speak , is all lost ? Cour . [ Delivers a letter . ] The letter will inform you . Fran . How his hand shakes , As he receives it ! Mari . This is some allay To his hot passion . Sfor . Though it bring death , I'll read it ...
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... Sfor . I'll try your temper : What think you of my wife ? Fran . As a thing sacred ; To whose fair name and memory I pay gladly These signs of duty . Sfor . Is she not the abstract Of all that's rare , or to be wish'd in woman ? Fran ...
... Sfor . I'll try your temper : What think you of my wife ? Fran . As a thing sacred ; To whose fair name and memory I pay gladly These signs of duty . Sfor . Is she not the abstract Of all that's rare , or to be wish'd in woman ? Fran ...
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... Or I am blasted ! Lies so false and wicked , And fashion'd to so damnable a purpose , Cannot be spoken by a human tongue . My husband hate me ! give thyself the lie , Sfor . If that , then , to be grateful PHILIP MASSINGER . 419.
... Or I am blasted ! Lies so false and wicked , And fashion'd to so damnable a purpose , Cannot be spoken by a human tongue . My husband hate me ! give thyself the lie , Sfor . If that , then , to be grateful PHILIP MASSINGER . 419.
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... Sfor . I come not , emperor , to invade thy mercy , By fawning on thy fortune ; nor bring with me Excuses or denials . I profess , And with a good man's confidence , even this instant That I am in thy power ; I was thine enemy , Thy ...
... Sfor . I come not , emperor , to invade thy mercy , By fawning on thy fortune ; nor bring with me Excuses or denials . I profess , And with a good man's confidence , even this instant That I am in thy power ; I was thine enemy , Thy ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Absalon Adur Antonio Apel art thou Bacon BACURIUS Bessus blood brother captain Cler court Custance dare Daup dear death devil Dion dost doth drama Duch duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Face fair faith father Faustus favour fear Feli Ferd fool fortune Fran Fressingfield Gaveston gentlemen give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Isab Joab king La-F Lacy lady live look lord Macrinus madam Mardonius Marry Master Master Doctor Mephistophilis Merry miracle plays mistress Mortimer ne'er never night noble PESCARA Philaster Piero play poison'd pray prince Ralph Re-enter Roister servant Sfor sister soul speak sweet sword tell thee Theoph there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra Tigranes True twill unto Wendoll wife woman word
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Página 126 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Página 139 - You stars that reigned at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon...
Página 138 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Página 139 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Página 74 - Although my house be not so with God ; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure : for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.
Página 130 - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it : Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus ! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
Página 209 - But deeds and language such as men do use, And persons such as Comedy would choose, When she would show an image of the times. And sport with human follies, not with crimes; Except we make 'em such, by loving still Our popular errors, when we know they're ill.
Página 130 - I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge through the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that [country] continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown.
Página 128 - Wherewith the students shall be bravely clad; I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And reign sole king of all our provinces; Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war, Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp's bridge, I'll make my servile spirits to invent.
Página 107 - And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets it in the court, With base outlandish cullions at his heels, Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show, As if that Proteus, god of shapes, appear'd.