Beaumont and Fletcher, Volume 2T. F. Unwin, 1893 |
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1st Sw 2nd Daugh 2nd Sw Aecius Amar AMARANTA Amoret Aretus BACURIUS BARTOLUS Bessus blood BONDUCA brave Cæsar captain Caratach Cloe danger dare dead dear DECIUS DON HENRIQUE doth DRUSUS Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fool fortune gentlemen give Gobrias gods grace hang hath hear Heaven Hengo holy honest honour Judas Junius kill lady Lean leave Licin LICINIUS live look lord Lucina Lycias Macer Mardonius Maximus Nennius never noble on't Peri Perigot Petillius Phid PHIDIAS Phorba Pœnius Pont pray prithee Proc PROCULUS Roman Satyr SCENE shalt Shep shepherd Shop-M soldier soul Spaconia speak stay Suet SUETONIUS sure sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast Tigr Tigranes twill VALENTINIAN valiant valour Viol virtue woman
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Page 341 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is ; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads.
Page 368 - I am this fountain's god ; below My waters to a river grow, And 'twixt two banks with osiers set, That only prosper in the wet, Through the meadows do they glide...
Page 328 - Pan, O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honour spoke, From that place the Morn is broke To that place Day doth unyoke ! [Exeunt all except PERIGOT and AMORET.
Page 321 - A tragi-comedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near to it, which is enough to make it no comedy...
Page 320 - I'll tell you frankly, You love above my means to thank ye. Yet, according to my talent, As sour fortune loves to use me, A poor shepherd I have sent In home-spun gray for to excuse me ; And may all my hopes refuse me, But when better comes ashore, You shall have better, newer, more...
Page 325 - And through these thick woods, have I run, Whose bottom never kissed the sun Since the lusty spring began ; All to please my master Pan, Have I trotted without rest To get him fruit ; for at a feast He entertains, this coming night, His paramour, the Syrinx bright. — But, behold, a fairer sight ! By that heavenly form of thine, Brightest fair...
Page 390 - Through the windows, while the sun To the mountain-tops is run, Gilding all the vales below With his rising flames, which grow Greater by his climbing still. Up, ye lazy grooms, and fill Bag and bottle for the field ! Clasp your cloaks fast, lest they yield To the bitter north-east wind ; Call the maidens up. and find...
Page 336 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers ; tell thee tales of love ; How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she conveyed him softly in a sleep, His temples bound with poppy, to the steep Head of old Latmos, where she stoops each night, Gilding the mountain with her brother's light, To kiss her sweetest.
Page 325 - By that heavenly form of thine, Brightest fair, thou art divine, Sprung from great immortal race Of the gods, for in thy face Shines more awful majesty Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live: therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity.