The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 2John Stockdale, Piccadilly, 1811 |
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... Archas , and many others of our author's characters ; in all which the reader will perhaps think , there is something unnaturally absurd ; but the absurdity is wholly chargeable on the doctrine not on the poets . proper proper dignity ...
... Archas , and many others of our author's characters ; in all which the reader will perhaps think , there is something unnaturally absurd ; but the absurdity is wholly chargeable on the doctrine not on the poets . proper proper dignity ...
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... ARCHAS , { the Loyal Subject , general of the son to Archas ; valorous , but THEODORE , { impatient . BRISKIE , PUTSKIE , alias a captain , brother to Archas . Ja } son to Archas . ALINDA , alias ARCHAS , BURRIS , an honest lord , the ...
... ARCHAS , { the Loyal Subject , general of the son to Archas ; valorous , but THEODORE , { impatient . BRISKIE , PUTSKIE , alias a captain , brother to Archas . Ja } son to Archas . ALINDA , alias ARCHAS , BURRIS , an honest lord , the ...
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... Archas saying , That voluntary I sit down , Theodore replies , You are forc'd , Sir ; forc'd for your safety . + Put all his power to practice . ] The context requires the small variation we have made . The latter editions read , pow'r ...
... Archas saying , That voluntary I sit down , Theodore replies , You are forc'd , Sir ; forc'd for your safety . + Put all his power to practice . ] The context requires the small variation we have made . The latter editions read , pow'r ...
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... Archas , Theodore , Putskie , Ancient , and Soldiers , carrying his armour piece- meal , his colours wound up , and his drums in cases . Theod . This is the heaviest march we e'er trod , captain . Puts . This was not wont to be : These ...
... Archas , Theodore , Putskie , Ancient , and Soldiers , carrying his armour piece- meal , his colours wound up , and his drums in cases . Theod . This is the heaviest march we e'er trod , captain . Puts . This was not wont to be : These ...
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... Archas . Ha ! no more of that , sirrah ; Not one word more of that , I charge you ! Theod . I must speak , Sir : And may that tongue forget to sound your ser- That's dumb to your abuses ! Archas . Understand , fool , That voluntary I ...
... Archas . Ha ! no more of that , sirrah ; Not one word more of that , I charge you ! Theod . I must speak , Sir : And may that tongue forget to sound your ser- That's dumb to your abuses ! Archas . Understand , fool , That voluntary I ...
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Сторінка xxiv - Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light. Then took he up his garland and did show, What every flower, as country people hold, Did signify ; and how all order'd thus Express'd his grief : and to my thoughts did read The prettiest lecture of his country art That could be wish'd, so that, methought, I could Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, Who was as glad to follow ; and have got The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy That...
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