Representative English Plays: From the Middle Ages to the End of the Nineteenth CenturyJohn Strong Perry Tatlock, Robert Grant Martin Century Company, 1916 - 836 pages |
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... live we in pain , anger , and woe , By night and day . He must have if he longed , If I should forego it ; I were ... lives - a marvel to me , That I think my heart rives such wonders to see , What that destiny drives , it should so be ...
... live we in pain , anger , and woe , By night and day . He must have if he longed , If I should forego it ; I were ... lives - a marvel to me , That I think my heart rives such wonders to see , What that destiny drives , it should so be ...
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... live no more we shall , But in heaven before the highest Lord of all . Beau . I cross out all this ! Adieu , by Saint John ! I take my tap in my lap and am gone.56 Every . What , Beauty , whither will ye ? Beau . Peace ! I am deaf , I ...
... live no more we shall , But in heaven before the highest Lord of all . Beau . I cross out all this ! Adieu , by Saint John ! I take my tap in my lap and am gone.56 Every . What , Beauty , whither will ye ? Beau . Peace ! I am deaf , I ...
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... live in Christendom as well as in Kent . Luc . And I'll sing Patria ubicunque bene : every house is my home where I may staunch hunger . Rix . Nay , if you set all on hazard , though I be a poor wench I am as hardy as you both . I ...
... live in Christendom as well as in Kent . Luc . And I'll sing Patria ubicunque bene : every house is my home where I may staunch hunger . Rix . Nay , if you set all on hazard , though I be a poor wench I am as hardy as you both . I ...
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... live because he doth dye ; Thou hast spent all thy thrift with die . a And so like a beggar thou shalt die . Ris . I would have liked well if all the gerunds had been there , di , do , and dum ; but all in die , that ' s too deadly ...
... live because he doth dye ; Thou hast spent all thy thrift with die . a And so like a beggar thou shalt die . Ris . I would have liked well if all the gerunds had been there , di , do , and dum ; but all in die , that ' s too deadly ...
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... live and work his way to true tragedy as did Shakes- peare , Edward II might have proved the transitional stage that Richard II was for Shakespeare . But " cut was the branch that might have grown full straight , " and Mar- lowe's Lear ...
... live and work his way to true tragedy as did Shakes- peare , Edward II might have proved the transitional stage that Richard II was for Shakespeare . But " cut was the branch that might have grown full straight , " and Mar- lowe's Lear ...
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Page 573 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 551 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex: True, she is fair (oh, how divinely fair!), But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners; Cato's soul Shines out in everything she acts or speaks.
Page 573 - I'm weary of conjectures— this must end 'em [Laying his hand on his sword. . Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die.' The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amid the war of elements, The wreck...
Page 573 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 529 - Sunday in a new chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and then never to be seen there together again; as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together, but let us be very strange and well bred : let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while; and as well bred as if we were not married at all.
Page 647 - Mar. [Perusing] What's here ( For the first course; for the second course ; for the dessert. The devil, Sir, do you think, we have brought down the whole Joiners...
Page 647 - Sir, you have a right to command here. Here, Roger, bring us the bill of fare for to-night's supper. I believe it's drawn out. Your manner, Mr. Hastings, puts me in mind of my uncle, Colonel Wallop. It was a saying of his, that no man was sure of his supper till he had eaten it.
Page 642 - I'll -wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
Page 114 - Tis not the first time I have killed a man. 80 I learned in Naples how to poison flowers ; To strangle with a lawn thrust down the throat ; To pierce the windpipe with a needle's point ; Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quill And blow a little powder in his ears : Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down. And yet I have a braver way than these.
Page 695 - Ay, ay, these are done in the true spirit of portrait-painting ; no volontiere grace or expression. Not like the works of your modern Raphaels, who give you the strongest resemblance, yet contrive to make your portrait independent of you ; so that you may sink the original and not hurt the picture.