The Old Dramatists: Conjectural Readings

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Thacker, Spink, 1898 - 215 pages

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Page 9 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 34 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat. Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery. That aptly is put on.
Page 70 - Tis all mine own : your marriage was my theft ; For I espoused your dowry, and I have it : I did not purpose to have added murder. The devil did not prompt me : till this minute,7 You might have safe return'd ; now you cannot. You have dogg'd your own death.
Page 56 - For colour, lips ; for sweet perfumes, her breath ; For jewels, eyes : for threads of purest gold, Hair ; for delicious choice of flowers, cheeks ; Wonder in every portion of that form.1 Hear her but speak, and you will swear the spheres Make music to the citizens in Heaven.
Page 167 - ... fit him finely ; in this paper is The juice of mandrake, by a doctor made To cast a man, whose leg should be cut off, Into a deep, a cold, and senseless sleep ; Of such approved operation That whoso takes it, is for twice twelve hours Breathless, and to all men's...
Page 12 - A gret devyn that cleped was Calkas, That in science so expert was, that he Knew wel that Troye sholde destroyed be, By answere of his god, that highte thus, Daun Phebus or Appollo Delphicus.
Page 176 - It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
Page 55 - FRIAR: Peace, thou hast told a tale whose every word Threatens eternal slaughter to the soul. I'm sorry I have heard it; would mine ears Had been one minute deaf before the hour That thou cam'st to me. O young man, castaway, By the religious number of mine order, I day and night have...
Page 2 - Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey.

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