The Spanish tragedy [by Thomas Kyd] The love of King David and fair Bethsabe [by George Peele] Soliman and Perseda. The tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex [by Thomas NortonThomas Hawkins Printed at the Clarendon-Press, for S. Leacroft, London, 1773 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Abfalon againſt Ammon Amurath arms Bafilifco Balthazar Becauſe Bel-imperia Bethfabe blood breaſt brother Brufor Caftile caufe cauſe counſel Cufay curfed David death defire ditto doth Enter Eraftus erft Eubulus Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair falfe fame father fave fear fecret fend Ferdinando Ferrex fhall fhalt fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow Fortune foul fovereign ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Gorboduc grace grief hand hate hath heart heaven Hieronimo himſelf honour Horatio houſe Ifabella Ifrael Ithay Joab Jonadab juft juftice king knight live lord Lorenzo Lucina miſchief muft murder murder'd muſt myſelf noble Pedringano Perfeda Pifton pleaſure Porrex Portingale prefent prince realm reft revenge Rhodes ſee Semei ſhall Soliman ſon ſpeak ſtate ſtay tell Thamar thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand thy fon tragedy unto Urias Viceroy Whofe Whoſe wretched
Passagens conhecidas
Página 28 - Both well, and ill : it makes me glad and sad : Glad, that I know the hinderer of my love, Sad, that I fear she hates me whom I love. Glad, that I know on whom to be reveng'd, Sad, that she'll fly me if I take revenge.
Página 31 - But such a war as breaks no bond of peace. Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words; Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss: Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war.
Página 80 - I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders : but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.
Página 78 - She should have shone : search thou the book ! Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind...
Página 126 - Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe, And brings my longings tangled in her hair. To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower. Seated in hearing of a hundred streams...
Página 70 - What is there yet in a son? He must be fed, be taught to go, and speak. Ay, or yet? Why might not a man love a calf as well? Or melt in passion o'er a frisking kid, as for a son?
Página 18 - Which paunch'd his horse, and ding'd him to the ground. Then young Don Balthazar with ruthless rage, Taking advantage of his foe's distress, Did finish what his halberdiers begun, And left not, till Andrea's life was done.
Página 82 - There is not any advocate in Spain That can prevail, or will take half the pain That he will, in pursuit of equity.
Página 112 - My guiltless son was by Lorenzo slain, And by Lorenzo and that Balthazar Am I at last revenged thoroughly, Upon whose souls may heavens be yet avenged With greater far than these afflictions.
Página 113 - twas so — 'twas I that killed him ; Look you — this same hand was it that stabb'd His heart — do you see this hand ? For one Horatio, if you ever knew him — A youth, one that they hang'd up in his father's garden — One that did force your valiant son to yield,"] &Q.