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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... ne'er let us alone ? But because ye were refused the last day , Ye said ye would ne'er more be entangled that way . I would meddle no more , since I find all so unkind . 1 craking - boasting . 2 shent - disgraced . R. Roister . Yea ...
... ne'er let us alone ? But because ye were refused the last day , Ye said ye would ne'er more be entangled that way . I would meddle no more , since I find all so unkind . 1 craking - boasting . 2 shent - disgraced . R. Roister . Yea ...
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... ne'er had more need of a new coat . R. Roister . Thou shalt have one to - morrow , and gold for to spend . M. Merry . Then I trust to bring the day to a good end . M. Merry . What if Christian Custance will not have you , what ? R ...
... ne'er had more need of a new coat . R. Roister . Thou shalt have one to - morrow , and gold for to spend . M. Merry . Then I trust to bring the day to a good end . M. Merry . What if Christian Custance will not have you , what ? R ...
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... Ne'er was the deer of merry Fressingfield So lustily pull'd down by jolly mates , Nor shar'd the farmers such fat venison , So frankly dealt this hundred years before ; Nor have seen my lord more frolic in the chase , And now chang'd to ...
... Ne'er was the deer of merry Fressingfield So lustily pull'd down by jolly mates , Nor shar'd the farmers such fat venison , So frankly dealt this hundred years before ; Nor have seen my lord more frolic in the chase , And now chang'd to ...
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... ne'er so good , you shall before the doctors to answer your mis- demeanour . Burd . What's the matter , fellow ? Cons . Marry , sir , here's a company of rufflers , " that , drinking in the tavern , have made a great brawl , and almost ...
... ne'er so good , you shall before the doctors to answer your mis- demeanour . Burd . What's the matter , fellow ? Cons . Marry , sir , here's a company of rufflers , " that , drinking in the tavern , have made a great brawl , and almost ...
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... ne'er decline . Gav . Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief ? K. Edw . Rend not my heart with thy too- piercing words : Thou from this land , I from myself am banish'd . Gav . To go from hence grieves not poor Gaveston ; But to ...
... ne'er decline . Gav . Is all my hope turn'd to this hell of grief ? K. Edw . Rend not my heart with thy too- piercing words : Thou from this land , I from myself am banish'd . Gav . To go from hence grieves not poor Gaveston ; But to ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Absalon Adur Antonio Apel art thou Bacon BACURIUS Bessus blood brother captain Cler 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 Master Humphrey Mephistophilis Merry miracle plays mistress Mortimer ne'er never night noble PESCARA Philaster Piero play 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.