Elizabethan Drama: With Introductions and NotesP.F. Collier, 1910 - 899 pages |
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... follow immediately , instead of several years , after the death of the earlier favorite . Yet , with all this freedom in the handling of details , Marlowe succeeds in giving a substantially true , as well as a powerfully affecting ...
... follow immediately , instead of several years , after the death of the earlier favorite . Yet , with all this freedom in the handling of details , Marlowe succeeds in giving a substantially true , as well as a powerfully affecting ...
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... follow me , and thou shalt have my guard To see it done , and bring thee safe again . GAV . What should a priest do with so fair a house ? A prison may best beseem his holiness . [ Exeunt . ] [ SCENE II ] 1 Enter [ on one side ] both ...
... follow me , and thou shalt have my guard To see it done , and bring thee safe again . GAV . What should a priest do with so fair a house ? A prison may best beseem his holiness . [ Exeunt . ] [ SCENE II ] 1 Enter [ on one side ] both ...
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... of Pembroke and myself Will to Newcastle here , and gather head . ' Y. MOR . About it then , and we will follow you . LAN . Be resolute and full of secrecy . An army . WAR . I warrant you . [ Exit with PEMBROKE EDWARD II 31.
... of Pembroke and myself Will to Newcastle here , and gather head . ' Y. MOR . About it then , and we will follow you . LAN . Be resolute and full of secrecy . An army . WAR . I warrant you . [ Exit with PEMBROKE EDWARD II 31.
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... follow thee Y. MOR . I'll give the onset . WAR . Y. MOR . This tottered ' ensign of my ancestors Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea Whereof we got the name of Mortimer , Will I advance upon these castle - walls . Drums ...
... follow thee Y. MOR . I'll give the onset . WAR . Y. MOR . This tottered ' ensign of my ancestors Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea Whereof we got the name of Mortimer , Will I advance upon these castle - walls . Drums ...
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... follow him amain . LAN . The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails : Come , come aboard , ' tis but an hour's sailing . Y. MOR . Madam , stay you within this castle here . Q. ISAB . No , Mortimer , I'll to my lord the king . Y ...
... follow him amain . LAN . The wind that bears him hence will fill our sails : Come , come aboard , ' tis but an hour's sailing . Y. MOR . Madam , stay you within this castle here . Q. ISAB . No , Mortimer , I'll to my lord the king . Y ...
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ARIEL Baldock Banquo blood brother Caliban castle Cordelia CORN daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Duke Earl Edmund England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Fleance FOOL Fortinbras foul France friends Gaveston GENT give GLOU Gloucester grace grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath HC XLVI head hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT KING EDWARD LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam majesty monster murder night noble o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray prithee PROS QUEEN Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE sister sleep Soldiers soul speak SPEN Spencer strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast traitor TRIN unto villain WITCH Young MORTIMER
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Page 137 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 310 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature?
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Page 138 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this...
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Page 182 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.