Beaumont & Fletcher, Volume 1Vitezelly & Company, 1887 - 471 pages |
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Page xxiii
... arm drawn from thy wanton wing , Write to thy laughing mother in thy blood That you are powers belied , and all your darts Are to be blown away by men resolved Like dust . " When I listen to what Ordella says of death , I think I know ...
... arm drawn from thy wanton wing , Write to thy laughing mother in thy blood That you are powers belied , and all your darts Are to be blown away by men resolved Like dust . " When I listen to what Ordella says of death , I think I know ...
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... arms . " She , more demon of hell than woman , can calmly let fall her terrible secret in a hideous . half aside that is meant for him to hear , " Why , so perhaps they are . " But he does not heed xxviii FRANCIS BEAUMONT & JOHN FLETCHER .
... arms . " She , more demon of hell than woman , can calmly let fall her terrible secret in a hideous . half aside that is meant for him to hear , " Why , so perhaps they are . " But he does not heed xxviii FRANCIS BEAUMONT & JOHN FLETCHER .
Page xxx
... arms to the bed , and then calling in his ear , " My lord the king , my lord , my lord , " she awakens him for the last time . The terrible woman is , in her repentance , as brutal and as torture - loving as in her shame . Just as she ...
... arms to the bed , and then calling in his ear , " My lord the king , my lord , my lord , " she awakens him for the last time . The terrible woman is , in her repentance , as brutal and as torture - loving as in her shame . Just as she ...
Page xl
... of the honest endeavours of One that is a servant to you all , HUMPHREY MOSELEY . AT THE PRINCE'S ARMS , IN ST . PAUL'S CHURCHYARD , February 14th , 1646 . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY . Beau . & F. - 1 xl THE STATIONER TO THE READERS .
... of the honest endeavours of One that is a servant to you all , HUMPHREY MOSELEY . AT THE PRINCE'S ARMS , IN ST . PAUL'S CHURCHYARD , February 14th , 1646 . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY . Beau . & F. - 1 xl THE STATIONER TO THE READERS .
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... arms With me at Patria ; thou cam'st not , Diphilus ; ' Twas ill . Diph . My noble brother , my excuse Is my king's strict command , which you , my lord , Can witness with me . Lys . ' Tis most true , Melantius ; He might not come till ...
... arms With me at Patria ; thou cam'st not , Diphilus ; ' Twas ill . Diph . My noble brother , my excuse Is my king's strict command , which you , my lord , Can witness with me . Lys . ' Tis most true , Melantius ; He might not come till ...
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Page iv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 23 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page x - Humour,* which Ben Jonson derived from particular persons, they made it not their business to describe : they represented all the passions very lively, but above all, love. I am apt to believe the English language in them arrived to its highest perfection ; what words have since been taken in, are rather superfluous than ornamental. Their plays are now the most pleasant and frequent entertainments of the stage; two of theirs being acted through the year for one of Shakespeare's or Jonson's...
Page 66 - Though at the highest set, even with my life. That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice For what I have committed. Amin. Sure I dazzle : There cannot be a faith in that foul woman, That knows no god more mighty than her mischiefs. Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults, To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe There's any seed of virtue in that woman Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin Known, and so known as thine is...
Page 114 - Enter ARETHUSA and a Lady. Are. Comes he not? Lady. Madam? Are. Will Philaster come ? Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me At first. Are. But didst thou tell me so ? I am forgetful, and my woman's strength Is so...
Page x - ... tis thought, used his judgment in correcting, if not contriving, all his plots. What value he had for him, appears by the verses he writ to him; and therefore I need speak no farther of it.
Page 145 - As chaste as ice ! But were she foul as hell, And I did know it thus, the breath of kings, The points of swords, tortures, nor bulls of brass, Should draw it from me. PHI. Then it is no time To dally with thee; I will take thy life, For I do hate thee. I could curse thee now.
Page 159 - To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd, till we Believe we hold within our hands your thunder? And when we come to try the power we have, There's not a leaf shakes at our threatenings. I have sinn'd, 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd; Yet would not thus be punish'd. Let me choose My way, and lay it on...
Page 151 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you, Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! E.tiL ARE.
Page 458 - cried. March out and shew your willing minds, by twenty and by twenty, To Hogsdon, or to Newington, where ale and cakes are plenty ! And let it ne'er be said for shame, that we the youths of London, Lay thrumming of our caps at home, and left our custom undone. Up then, I say, both young and old, both man and maid...