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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... I'll no more ; I'll lie down here . Dav . Rather , Urias , go thou home and sleep . Ur . O , ho , sir ! would you make me break my sentence ? [ Lies down . ] Home , sir ! no , indeed , sir : I'll sleep upon mine arm , like a soldier ...
... I'll no more ; I'll lie down here . Dav . Rather , Urias , go thou home and sleep . Ur . O , ho , sir ! would you make me break my sentence ? [ Lies down . ] Home , sir ! no , indeed , sir : I'll sleep upon mine arm , like a soldier ...
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... I'll to the court , and I'll prince it out ; and he shall make thee either a silken purse full of gold , or else a fine wrought smock . P. Edw . But how shall I have the maid ? Ralph . Marry , sirrah , if thou be'st a silken purse full ...
... I'll to the court , and I'll prince it out ; and he shall make thee either a silken purse full of gold , or else a fine wrought smock . P. Edw . But how shall I have the maid ? Ralph . Marry , sirrah , if thou be'st a silken purse full ...
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... I'll tell you , Margaret , ' a ' were good to be a gentleman's jade ; for of all things the foul hild- ing could not ... I'll have no more post- horse to ride on : I'll have another fetch.3 Erms . I pray you , how is that , my lord ...
... I'll tell you , Margaret , ' a ' were good to be a gentleman's jade ; for of all things the foul hild- ing could not ... I'll have no more post- horse to ride on : I'll have another fetch.3 Erms . I pray you , how is that , my lord ...
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... I'll warrant thee by mine honour . Bacon . What ! means the English prince to Wrong my man ? P. Edw . To whom speak'st thou ? Bacon . To thee . P. Edw . Who art thou ? Bacon . Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast , That ...
... I'll warrant thee by mine honour . Bacon . What ! means the English prince to Wrong my man ? P. Edw . To whom speak'st thou ? Bacon . To thee . P. Edw . Who art thou ? Bacon . Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast , That ...
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... I'll hamper up the match . I'll take my portace1 forth and wed you here : Then go to bed and seal up your desires . Lacy . Friar , content . - Peggy , how like you this ? Mar. What likes my lord is pleasing unto me . Bun . Then hand ...
... I'll hamper up the match . I'll take my portace1 forth and wed you here : Then go to bed and seal up your desires . Lacy . Friar , content . - Peggy , how like you this ? Mar. What likes my lord is pleasing unto me . Bun . Then hand ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.