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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... Death and the Mother of Death are represented as taking part ; until at length such characters as Reufin and Lyon were employed , partaking of greater individuality , though still personifying the feelings and passions which are ...
... Death and the Mother of Death are represented as taking part ; until at length such characters as Reufin and Lyon were employed , partaking of greater individuality , though still personifying the feelings and passions which are ...
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... death of Burleigh , succeeded him as Lord High Treasurer . In 1604 he was created Earl of Dorset by King James , died in 1608 , and was buried in West- minster Abbey . The play of Gorboduc is regularly divided into five acts and scenes ...
... death of Burleigh , succeeded him as Lord High Treasurer . In 1604 he was created Earl of Dorset by King James , died in 1608 , and was buried in West- minster Abbey . The play of Gorboduc is regularly divided into five acts and scenes ...
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... Death . NUNTIUS , a Messenger of Duke Fergus rising in arms . MARCELLA , a Lady of the Queen's Privy Chamber . CHORUS , four ancient and sage men of Britain . ACT I. - SCENE I. VIDENA ; FERREX . pause , From painful travails of the ...
... Death . NUNTIUS , a Messenger of Duke Fergus rising in arms . MARCELLA , a Lady of the Queen's Privy Chamber . CHORUS , four ancient and sage men of Britain . ACT I. - SCENE I. VIDENA ; FERREX . pause , From painful travails of the ...
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... death , your brother's , and your own , Your present murder , and eternal shame . Hear me , O king , and suffer not to sink So high a treason in your princely breast . Fer . The mighty gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such ...
... death , your brother's , and your own , Your present murder , and eternal shame . Hear me , O king , and suffer not to sink So high a treason in your princely breast . Fer . The mighty gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such ...
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... death for death , thy due desert . Yet since thou art our child , and since as yet In this hard case what word thou canst allege For thy defence , by us bath not been heard , We are content to stay our will for that Which justice bids ...
... death for death , thy due desert . Yet since thou art our child , and since as yet In this hard case what word thou canst allege For thy defence , by us bath not been heard , We are content to stay our will for that Which justice bids ...
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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.