The Works of John Webster: With Some Account of the Author, and NotesE. Moxon, 1857 - 383 стор. |
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... pray for them : The violent thunder is ador'd by those Are pash'd § in pieces by it . Ant . Come , my lord , You are justly doom'd : look but a little back Into your former life ; you have in three years Ruin'd the noblest earldom ...
... pray for them : The violent thunder is ador'd by those Are pash'd § in pieces by it . Ant . Come , my lord , You are justly doom'd : look but a little back Into your former life ; you have in three years Ruin'd the noblest earldom ...
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... pray , will you go to bed , then , Lest you be blasted ? Cor . O , that this fair garden Had with * all poison'd herbs of Thessaly At first been planted ; made a nursery in Your duchess and my husband : one of them A pick - axe bore ...
... pray , will you go to bed , then , Lest you be blasted ? Cor . O , that this fair garden Had with * all poison'd herbs of Thessaly At first been planted ; made a nursery in Your duchess and my husband : one of them A pick - axe bore ...
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... Pray , what means have you To keep me from the galleys or the gallows ? My father prov'd himself a gentleman , Sold all's land , and , like a fortunate fellow , Died ere the money was spent . You brought me up At Padua , I confess ...
... Pray , what means have you To keep me from the galleys or the gallows ? My father prov'd himself a gentleman , Sold all's land , and , like a fortunate fellow , Died ere the money was spent . You brought me up At Padua , I confess ...
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... Pray , sir , tell me , Might not a child of good discretion Be leader to an army ? Fran . de Med . Yes , cousin , a young prince Of good discretion might . Giov . Say you so ? Indeed , I have heard , ' tis fit a general Should not ...
... Pray , sir , tell me , Might not a child of good discretion Be leader to an army ? Fran . de Med . Yes , cousin , a young prince Of good discretion might . Giov . Say you so ? Indeed , I have heard , ' tis fit a general Should not ...
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... pray , sir , burst§ my heart ; and in my death Turn to your ancient pity , though not love . Brach . Because your brother is the corpulent duke , That is , the great duke , ' sdeath , I shall not shortly Racket away five hundred crowns ...
... pray , sir , burst§ my heart ; and in my death Turn to your ancient pity , though not love . Brach . Because your brother is the corpulent duke , That is , the great duke , ' sdeath , I shall not shortly Racket away five hundred crowns ...
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Сторінка 88 - Twas to bring you By degrees to mortification : Listen. Dirge. Hark, now every thing is still ; The screech-owl, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, ' And bid her quickly d'on her shroud.
Сторінка 45 - 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 robb'd) sustain no harm; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Сторінка 89 - 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's sake) So I were out of your whispering.
Сторінка 82 - The birds that live i' the field On the wild benefit of nature live Happier than we ; for they may choose their mates, And carol their sweet pleasures to the spring.
Сторінка 306 - Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why.
Сторінка 65 - Are forc'd to express our violent passions In riddles and in dreams, and leave the path Of simple virtue, which was never made To seem the thing it is not.
Сторінка 60 - He's very valiant. This foul melancholy Will poison all his goodness ; for, I'll tell you, If too immoderate sleep be truly said To be an inward rust unto the soul, It then doth follow want of action Breeds all black malcontents ; and their close rearing, Like moths in cloth, do hurt for want of wearing. Delio. The presence 'gins to fill : you promised me To make me the partaker of the natures Of some of your great courtiers. Ant. The lord cardinal's, And other strangers' that are now in court ?...
Сторінка 74 - Ant. He is so quiet that he seems to sleep The tempest out, as dormice do in winter: Those houses that are haunted are most still Till the devil be up.
Сторінка 96 - Julia. Are you so far in love with sorrow You cannot part with part of it ? or think you I cannot love your grace when you are sad As well as merry ? or do you suspect I, that have been a secret to your heart These many winters, cannot be the same . Unto your tongue? Card. Satisfy thy longing, The only way to make thee keep my counsel Is, not to tell thee.
Сторінка 86 - That's forfeited by my intelligence And this last cruel lie : when you send me next, The business shall be comfort, .. Ferd. Very likely ; Thy pity is nothing of kin to thee. Antonio Lurks about Milan : thou...