The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 páginas |
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... madam ! — Brach . " Twere best to let her have her hu- mour ; Some half day's journey will bring down her And then she'll turn in post . F. de Med . To see her come [ stomach , To my lord cardinal for a dispensation Of her rash vow ...
... madam ! — Brach . " Twere best to let her have her hu- mour ; Some half day's journey will bring down her And then she'll turn in post . F. de Med . To see her come [ stomach , To my lord cardinal for a dispensation Of her rash vow ...
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... madam . Cor . Let me go , let me go . [ She runs to FLAMINEO with her knife drawn , and coming to him lets it fall . The God of heaven forgive thee ! wonder I Do'st not pray for thee ? I'll tell thee what's the reason : I have scarce ...
... madam . Cor . Let me go , let me go . [ She runs to FLAMINEO with her knife drawn , and coming to him lets it fall . The God of heaven forgive thee ! wonder I Do'st not pray for thee ? I'll tell thee what's the reason : I have scarce ...
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... madam . Vit . Cor . Are you grown an atheist ? will you turn your body , Which is the goodly palace of the soul , To the soul's slaughter - house ? O the curs'd devil , Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice candied o'er ...
... madam . Vit . Cor . Are you grown an atheist ? will you turn your body , Which is the goodly palace of the soul , To the soul's slaughter - house ? O the curs'd devil , Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice candied o'er ...
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... madam ? do you think that I'll outlive you ; Especially when my best half , Flamineo , Goes the same voyage ? Flam . O most loved Moor ! Zan . Only by all my love let me entreat you ; Since it is most necessary one of us Do violence on ...
... madam ? do you think that I'll outlive you ; Especially when my best half , Flamineo , Goes the same voyage ? Flam . O most loved Moor ! Zan . Only by all my love let me entreat you ; Since it is most necessary one of us Do violence on ...
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... Madam , farewel ; for under my command The king your father sends ten thousand men , To win the holy town Jerusalem . Thither must I ; esteeming your high honour Like a bright comet and unmatched star ; But love no woman in the world ...
... Madam , farewel ; for under my command The king your father sends ten thousand men , To win the holy town Jerusalem . Thither must I ; esteeming your high honour Like a bright comet and unmatched star ; But love no woman in the world ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AKERCOCK Andromana Antonio Artemia Blan blood Brach Bran brother Capt captain Clown cuckold death devil Don CARLOS Don JULIO Don ZANCHO doth Dotterel Duke Dutch Enter Don Euph Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flam fool fortune Fran FRANCISCA gentleman give hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven HENGIST honest honour hope husband king king of Kent lady leave live look lord madam marriage marry master master constable means merry methinks mistress ne'er never night noble Octavio on't Pambo pardon Plangus play poison'd Porcia pr'ythee pray prince servant shew sister soul speak stay sure sweet sword tell thee Theod there's thing thou art thought twas twill unto wench what's Whaw wife Wild woman
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Página 225 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 352 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Página 228 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor ; This year, a reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 41 - Ha! I can stand thee. Nearer, nearer yet. What a mockery hath death made of thee? Thou look'st sad. In what place art thou? in yon starry gallery, Or in the cursed dungeon? No? not speak? Pray, sir, resolve me, what religion's best For a man to die in? or is it in your knowledge To answer me how long I have to live?
Página 36 - O thou soft natural death, that art joint-twin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion. Pity winds thy corse Whilst horror waits on princes.
Página 288 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 577 - And three months' sickness sucks up life in 'em. They denied me often flour, barm, (and milk, Goose-grease and tar, when I ne'er hurt their churnings, Their brew-locks nor their batches, nor forespoke Any of their breedings. Now I'll be meet with 'em.
Página 531 - But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
Página 533 - 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 ; and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways: any way, for heaven sake, So I were out of your whispering.
Página 596 - em), and they lose not by 'I . I give 'em barley soak'd in infants' blood : They shall have semina cum sanguine, Their gorge cramm'd full, if they come once to our house : We are no niggard.