The Works of John Webster: With Some Account of the Author, and NotesE. Moxon, 1857 - 383 стор. |
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... speak most strictly in character ; and the rake , the bawd , and the courtezan , are as odious in representation as they would be if actually present . But the public taste has now reached the highest pitch of refinement , and such ...
... speak most strictly in character ; and the rake , the bawd , and the courtezan , are as odious in representation as they would be if actually present . But the public taste has now reached the highest pitch of refinement , and such ...
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... speak truly , Antiquitas seculi , juventus mundi , Antiquity of time is the youth of the World . Certainly our times are the ancient times , when the World is now ancient , and not those which we count ancient , ordine retrogrado , by a ...
... speak truly , Antiquitas seculi , juventus mundi , Antiquity of time is the youth of the World . Certainly our times are the ancient times , when the World is now ancient , and not those which we count ancient , ordine retrogrado , by a ...
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... speak with you . Brach . Ha ! Brach . Forward lap - wing ! * He flies with the shell on's head . Fran . de Med . Pretty cousin ! Giov . The first year , uncle , that I go to war , All prisoners that I take I will set free are idle ; But ...
... speak with you . Brach . Ha ! Brach . Forward lap - wing ! * He flies with the shell on's head . Fran . de Med . Pretty cousin ! Giov . The first year , uncle , that I go to war , All prisoners that I take I will set free are idle ; But ...
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... speak . * [ Exit . Re - enter MARCELLO with CAMILLO . Mar. Camillo's come , my lord . Fran . de Med . Where's the ... speak ] " So in Macbeth , A. 4. S. 3 . ' Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught ...
... speak . * [ Exit . Re - enter MARCELLO with CAMILLO . Mar. Camillo's come , my lord . Fran . de Med . Where's the ... speak ] " So in Macbeth , A. 4. S. 3 . ' Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught ...
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... speak his usual tongue ; I'll make no answer else . Fran . de Med . Why , you understand Latin . Vit . Cor . I do , sir ; but amongst this auditory Which come to hear my cause , the half or more May be ignorant in't . Mont . Go on , sir ...
... speak his usual tongue ; I'll make no answer else . Fran . de Med . Why , you understand Latin . Vit . Cor . I do , sir ; but amongst this auditory Which come to hear my cause , the half or more May be ignorant in't . Mont . Go on , sir ...
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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...