Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesIncludes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... plays which are to be found only in the British Museum and in some scarce private libraries . The rest are from Dodsley's and Hawkins's collections , and the works of Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , and Mas- singer . I have chosen ...
... plays which are to be found only in the British Museum and in some scarce private libraries . The rest are from Dodsley's and Hawkins's collections , and the works of Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , and Mas- singer . I have chosen ...
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... plays are rich in such , as scenes of passion , some- times of the deepest quality , interesting situations , se- rious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry ...
... plays are rich in such , as scenes of passion , some- times of the deepest quality , interesting situations , se- rious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry ...
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... play ( the noble practice of those times ) , that of most of the writers contained in these selections it may be strictly said , that they were contemporaries . The whole period , from the middle of Elizabeth's reign to the close of the ...
... play ( the noble practice of those times ) , that of most of the writers contained in these selections it may be strictly said , that they were contemporaries . The whole period , from the middle of Elizabeth's reign to the close of the ...
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... play is stiff and cumbersome , like the dresses of its times . There may be flesh and blood underneath , but we cannot get at it . Sir Philip Sidney has praised it for its morality . One of its authors might easily furnish that . Norton ...
... play is stiff and cumbersome , like the dresses of its times . There may be flesh and blood underneath , but we cannot get at it . Sir Philip Sidney has praised it for its morality . One of its authors might easily furnish that . Norton ...
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... play ( which without them is but a caput mortuum , such another piece of flatness as Locrine ) Hawkins , in his ... plays of Jon- son which would authorize us to suppose that he could have sup- plied the scenes in question . I should ...
... play ( which without them is but a caput mortuum , such another piece of flatness as Locrine ) Hawkins , in his ... plays of Jon- son which would authorize us to suppose that he could have sup- plied the scenes in question . I should ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Page 231 - Call for the robin redbreast 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 36 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
Page 38 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Page 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Page 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
Page 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
Page 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
Page 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
Page 36 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!