Beaumont & Fletcher, Volume 1Vitezelly & Company, 1887 - 471 pages |
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... bless you , I have none to tell , sir " kind . From The Queen of Corinth plenty of such lines may be quoted , as : — or- " Sister , I reap the harvest of my labours ; " " Pure , and unblasted in the bud you honoured ; " or from ...
... bless you , I have none to tell , sir " kind . From The Queen of Corinth plenty of such lines may be quoted , as : — or- " Sister , I reap the harvest of my labours ; " " Pure , and unblasted in the bud you honoured ; " or from ...
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... bless you for't ! ) With your temptations on temptations , Made me give up mine honour ; for which , King , I'm come to kill thee . " The killing itself is protracted with every detail of indignity ; and the king , imploring mercy from ...
... bless you for't ! ) With your temptations on temptations , Made me give up mine honour ; for which , King , I'm come to kill thee . " The killing itself is protracted with every detail of indignity ; and the king , imploring mercy from ...
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... bless the bride and bridegroom In person of some god ; they're tied to rules Of flattery . Cle . See , good my lord , who is returned ! Enter MELANTIUS . Lys . Noble Melantius , the land by me Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes ; Thou ...
... bless the bride and bridegroom In person of some god ; they're tied to rules Of flattery . Cle . See , good my lord , who is returned ! Enter MELANTIUS . Lys . Noble Melantius , the land by me Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes ; Thou ...
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... Neglect thy ceremonies , from all ears ; Let it not rise up , for thy shame and mine To after - ages : we will scorn thy laws , If thou no better bless them . Touch the heart 28 [ ACT II . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY I.
... Neglect thy ceremonies , from all ears ; Let it not rise up , for thy shame and mine To after - ages : we will scorn thy laws , If thou no better bless them . Touch the heart 28 [ ACT II . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY . THE MAID'S TRAGEDY I.
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Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher John St. Loe Strachey. If thou no better bless them . Touch the heart Of her that thou hast sent me , or the world Shall know this : not an altar then will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ...
Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher John St. Loe Strachey. If thou no better bless them . Touch the heart Of her that thou hast sent me , or the world Shall know this : not an altar then will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ...
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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...