Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With NotesH.G. Bohn, 1854 - 552 páginas |
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... Corb . How does your patron ? Mos . Troth , as he did , sir , no amends . Corb . What ? mends he ? Mos . No , sir , he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? CORBACCIO , an old Mos . Upon his couch , sir , newly fallen asleep ...
... Corb . How does your patron ? Mos . Troth , as he did , sir , no amends . Corb . What ? mends he ? Mos . No , sir , he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? CORBACCIO , an old Mos . Upon his couch , sir , newly fallen asleep ...
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... Corb . Say you , say you ? Mos . He has no faith in physic : he does think , Most of your doctors are the greatest danger , A worst disease to escape . I often have Heard him protest , that your physician Should never be his heir . Corb ...
... Corb . Say you , say you ? Mos . He has no faith in physic : he does think , Most of your doctors are the greatest danger , A worst disease to escape . I often have Heard him protest , that your physician Should never be his heir . Corb ...
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... Corb . O , good . Mos . His mouth Is ever gaping , and his eyelids hang . Corb . Good . Mos . A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints , And makes the colour of his flesh like lead . Corb . ' Tis good . Mos . His pulse beats slow ...
... Corb . O , good . Mos . His mouth Is ever gaping , and his eyelids hang . Corb . Good . Mos . A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints , And makes the colour of his flesh like lead . Corb . ' Tis good . Mos . His pulse beats slow ...
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... Corb . What ? Mos . To recover him . Corb . O , no , no , no ; by no means . Mos . Why , sir , this Will work some strange effect if he but feel it . Corb . ' Tis true , therefore forbear , I'll take my venture ; Give me it again . Mos ...
... Corb . What ? Mos . To recover him . Corb . O , no , no , no ; by no means . Mos . Why , sir , this Will work some strange effect if he but feel it . Corb . ' Tis true , therefore forbear , I'll take my venture ; Give me it again . Mos ...
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... Corb . O , but colour ? Mos . This will , sir , you shall send it unto me . Now , when I come to enforce ( as I will ... Corb . He must pronounce me his ? Mos . ' Tis true . Corb . This plot Did I think on before . Mos . I do believe it ...
... Corb . O , but colour ? Mos . This will , sir , you shall send it unto me . Now , when I come to enforce ( as I will ... Corb . He must pronounce me his ? Mos . ' Tis true . Corb . This plot Did I think on before . Mos . I do believe it ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alaham beauty behold BEN JONSON blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch earth ev'n eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune GEORGE CHAPMAN give grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN MARSTON king kiss lady live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother murder ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poor pray prince Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto VIOLANTA virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch woman
Passagens conhecidas
Página 202 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Página 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Página 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Página 316 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Página 34 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer!
Página 25 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief ! where is my crown ? Gone, gone ! and do I [still] remain alive ? Light.
Página 35 - It strikes, it strikes ; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean : ne'er be found.
Página 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Página 27 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty: For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Página 253 - Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit ; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, Which way soever men refer it, Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit.