Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: Including the Extracts from the Garrick Plays, Volume 2J. M. Dent, 1893 - English drama |
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... heaven That gave those blessings which I must relate : Sir , you now behold a wondrous woman ; You only wonder at the epithet ; I can approve it good : guess at mine age . 10 Doc . At the half - way ' twixt thirty and forty . Wid ...
... heaven That gave those blessings which I must relate : Sir , you now behold a wondrous woman ; You only wonder at the epithet ; I can approve it good : guess at mine age . 10 Doc . At the half - way ' twixt thirty and forty . Wid ...
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... Heaven Shall suffer many tribulations ; 10 Nay , kings and princes share them with their subjects : Then I that know not any chastisement , How may I know my part of childhood ? Doc . ' Tis a good doubt ; but make it not extreme . ' Tis ...
... Heaven Shall suffer many tribulations ; 10 Nay , kings and princes share them with their subjects : Then I that know not any chastisement , How may I know my part of childhood ? Doc . ' Tis a good doubt ; but make it not extreme . ' Tis ...
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... Heaven struck me thus low , And I do thank it . Get thee gone , I say , Or I shall curse thee , strike thee ; prithee away : Or if thou ' lt laugh thy fill at my poor state , Then stay , and listen to the prison grate , And hear thy ...
... Heaven struck me thus low , And I do thank it . Get thee gone , I say , Or I shall curse thee , strike thee ; prithee away : Or if thou ' lt laugh thy fill at my poor state , Then stay , and listen to the prison grate , And hear thy ...
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... Heaven reward you , gentle Sir , Never may you want , never feel misery ; Let blessings in unnumber'd measure grow , And fall upon your head , where'er you go . Rob . O happy comfort : curses to the ground First struck me : now with ...
... Heaven reward you , gentle Sir , Never may you want , never feel misery ; Let blessings in unnumber'd measure grow , And fall upon your head , where'er you go . Rob . O happy comfort : curses to the ground First struck me : now with ...
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... Heaven can tell ; Ache but your finger , I to make it well Would cut my hand off . Fos . Hang thee , hang thee ... heavens mine eye - balls turn , And fix them right to look upon that face , Where love remains with pity , duty , grace ...
... Heaven can tell ; Ache but your finger , I to make it well Would cut my hand off . Fos . Hang thee , hang thee ... heavens mine eye - balls turn , And fix them right to look upon that face , Where love remains with pity , duty , grace ...
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A. H. Bullen Antigone Appius blessing blood Bonduca brother Carracus chaste Clor COMEDY Court curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke e'er earth eyes fair father fear FRANCIS BEAUMONT give gods grief happy hath hear heart heaven HENRY GLAPTHORN honour Jacin John JOHN FLETCHER King lady leave live look lord Madam maid Maid Marian Matilda methinks misery mistress Moth mother NATHANIEL FIELD nature ne'er Nennius never night noble old eds Ordel passion Peneus PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poison poor pray Queen ROBERT DAVENPORT servant shew sister sleep sorrow soul speak sweet tears tell thee Thier thine THOMAS NABBS thou art thou hast thoughts THYESTES TRAGEDY twas unto VIOLANTA Virginius virtue weep Whilst WILLIAM ROWLEY woman
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Page 69 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Page 35 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Page 24 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 187 - Calantha, with a holy violence against her nature, keeps closely covered, till the last duties of a wife and a queen are fulfilled. Stories of martyrdom are but of chains and the stake ; a little bodily suffering. These torments " On the purest spirits prey, As on entrails, joints, and limbs, With answerable pains, but more intense.
Page 35 - Not a whit: What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls ? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits...
Page 186 - I but deceived your eyes with antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another Of death ! and death ! and death ! still I danced forward ; But it struck home, and here, and in an instant. Be such mere women, who with shrieks and outcries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows, Yet live to court new pleasures, and outlive them : They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings; Let me die smiling.
Page 87 - For to that holy wood is consecrate A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks The nimble-footed fairies dance their rounds By the pale moonshine, dipping oftentimes Their stolen children, so to make them free From dying flesh and dull mortality : By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn, And given away his freedom, many a troth Been plight, which neither envy nor old time Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, In hope of coming happiness...
Page 67 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy ; A thing we all pursue ; I know besides It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Page 36 - Constantly. Bos. Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
Page 88 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers...