Works: Reprinted from the Original Editions, Volume 1J.R. Smith, 1856 |
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... looke asquint ; and blinds the eye of merited rewarde from viewing desertfull vertue . Alb . What's all this periphrasis , ha ? Feli . The substance of a supple - chapt flatterer . Alb . O ! doth he play Forobosco the Parasite ? Good ...
... looke asquint ; and blinds the eye of merited rewarde from viewing desertfull vertue . Alb . What's all this periphrasis , ha ? Feli . The substance of a supple - chapt flatterer . Alb . O ! doth he play Forobosco the Parasite ? Good ...
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... looke The low cast ruines of his enemies , To see my selfe ador'd and Genoa quake ; My fate is firmer than mischance can shake . Feli . Stand ; the ground trembleth . Pie . Hah ! an earthquake ? Bal . Oh ! I smell a sound . Feli . Piero ...
... looke The low cast ruines of his enemies , To see my selfe ador'd and Genoa quake ; My fate is firmer than mischance can shake . Feli . Stand ; the ground trembleth . Pie . Hah ! an earthquake ? Bal . Oh ! I smell a sound . Feli . Piero ...
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... world like an ore - roasted pigge : A great tobacco taker too , that's flat ; For his eyes looke as if they had bene hung In the smoake of his nose . Mel . What husband wil he proove , sweete Rossaline ACT I. ] 13 ANTONIO AND MELLIDA .
... world like an ore - roasted pigge : A great tobacco taker too , that's flat ; For his eyes looke as if they had bene hung In the smoake of his nose . Mel . What husband wil he proove , sweete Rossaline ACT I. ] 13 ANTONIO AND MELLIDA .
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... looke , Rossaline , What gloomy soule in strange accustrements Walkes on the pavement . Ros . Good sweete , let's to her ; pree thee , Mellida . Mel . How covetous thou art of novelties ! Ros . Pish ! ' tis our nature to desire things ...
... looke , Rossaline , What gloomy soule in strange accustrements Walkes on the pavement . Ros . Good sweete , let's to her ; pree thee , Mellida . Mel . How covetous thou art of novelties ! Ros . Pish ! ' tis our nature to desire things ...
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... Looke how it gapes to bury all my griefe : Well , thou shalt have it , thou shalt be his toumbe : My faith in my love live ; in thee , dy woe , Dye unmatcht anguish , dye Antonio : With that he totterd from the reeling decke , And downe ...
... Looke how it gapes to bury all my griefe : Well , thou shalt have it , thou shalt be his toumbe : My faith in my love live ; in thee , dy woe , Dye unmatcht anguish , dye Antonio : With that he totterd from the reeling decke , And downe ...
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Albano Alberto Andrugio Antonio ANTONIO AND MELLIDA armes Asdruball Balurdo beleeve blood bloud breast breath Carthage CARTHALO CASTILIO Celia cheeke Cirta Cornets sound cynet dead deare Dildo dost doth Duke Eastward Hoe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faire faith fate father feare Feli Feliche foole FOROBOSCO fortune GALEATZO Gelosso give gods gratious griefe Harke hast hate hath heart heaven honour Iaco Iacomo John Marston Jove Jugurth kisse ladie Laverdure live looke lord Lucio Marston Massinissa Mellida musicke nere night passion perfumer Piero pree thee prince Quadratus revenge Rossaline Saint Marke sceane SCENA Scipio shee Sinior slave sonne Sophonisba soule speake spirit Strotzo sute sweete Syphax thinke thou art thought troth twill unto Venice vertue weele weepe whilst wretched Zanthia
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Page 71 - Who winks and shuts his apprehension up From common sense of what men were and are, Who would not know what men must be — let such Hurry amain from our black-visaged shows : We shall affright their eyes.
Page 130 - I ha' but played a part Like to some boy that acts a tragedy, Speaks burly words and raves out passion; But when he thinks upon his infant weakness, He droops his eye. I spake more than a god, Yet am less than a man.
Page 127 - Screch't out so lowd that he brought back her soule, Calde her againe, that her bright eyes gan ope, And starde upon him. He, audatious foole, Dar'd kisse her hand, wisht her soft rest, lov'd bride ; She fumbled out, thanks good, and so she dide.
Page xiii - He had many quarrells with Marston, beat him, and took his pistol from him, wrote his Poetaster on him; the beginning of them were, that Marston represented him in the stage, in his youth given to venerie.
Page 241 - Phantusia incomplexa — is a function Even of the bright immortal part of man. It is the common passe, the sacred dore, Unto the prive chamber of the soule; That bar'd, nought passeth past the baser court Of outward scence by it th' inamorate Most lively thinkes he sees the absent beauties Of his lov'd mistres.
Page 303 - ... rose. Page 231, line 32. My pretty peate. — Peat, a term of endearment for a delicate person. " I overtook the wench, a pretty peat,
Page xi - I ask't Phisitions what their counsell was For a mad dogge, or for a mankind asse ? They told me, though there were confections store Of poppie-seede and soveraigne hellebore.
Page 71 - HE rawish danke of clumzie winter ramps The fluent summers vaine ; and drizling sleete Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numd earth, Whilst snarling gusts nibble the juyceles leaves, From the nak't shuddring branch ; and pils the skinne From off the soft and delicate aspectes. O now, me thinks, a sullen tragick sceane Would suite the time, with pleasing congruence.^ May we be happie in our weake devoyer, And all parte pleas'd in most wisht content ; But sweate of Hercules can nere beget So blest...
Page 79 - bout the couch of night; And now Auroras horse trots azure rings, Breathing faire light about the firmament. Stand, what's that ? Mat. And if a horned divell should burst forth, I would passe on him with a mortall stocke. Alb. Oh, a horned divell would proove ominous Unto a bridegroomes eyes. Mat. A horned divell ? Good : ha, ha, ha !—very good ! Alb. Good tand prince, laugh not. By the joyes of love, When thou dost girne, thy rusty face doth looke Like the head of a rosted rabbit: fie upont.
Page 251 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I stagger'd, knew not which was firmer part, But thought, quoted, read, observ'd and pryed, Stufft noting-books : and still my spaniel slept. At length he wak'd, and yawned ; and by yon sky, For aught I know he knew as much as I.