Our Dramatic Heritage: The Golden Age
Philip George Hill
Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1983 - 624 Seiten
This book is the second in a multi-volume series that illustrates the development of European drama from its beginning in ancient Greece to the mid-twentieth century. The full flowering of the Renaissance, the Golden Age, is reserved for this volume with the plays of England, Spain, and France setting the high standard by which European drama has been measured ever since.
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ANARDA ANTONIO ARGANTE Aricia ASTOLFO BALTHAZAR BEL-IMPERIA blood BOSOLA CARDINAL CASTILE CATALINÓN CHIMENA CLARÍN CLOTALDO CLOWN CORBACCIO CORDELIA CORNWALL CORVINO daughter dear death DELIO DIANA DON DIEGO DON JUAN DORINE doth DUCHESS Duchess of Malfi DUKE EDGAR EDMUND ELMIRE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIO father fear FERDINAND fool Gaveston GERONTE give GLOUCESTER GONERIL hand hath hear heart Heaven HIERONIMO HIPPOLYTUS honor JASPER KENT kill KING EDWARD KING OF CASTILE LADY POLITIC LEANDER LEAR live look lord LORENZO madam MALVOLIO MARCELA MARIANE MARQUIS marry MISTRESS MERRYTHOUGHT Molière MORTIMER JUNIOR MOSCA never night noble OCTAVE OCTAVIO OENONE OLIVIA ORGON PEREGRINE PESCARA PHAEDRA play pray Prince QUEEN Ralph REGAN RODRIGO ROSAURA SCAPIN Scene SEGISMUNDO SERVANT SIR POLITIC soul speak sweet sword TARTUFFE tell TEODORO thee THERAMENES there's Theseus thing TOBY TRISTÁN VALÈRE VENTUREWELL VIOLA VOLPONE VOLTORE What's WIFE
Seite 52 - My late ambition hath distain'd 16 my faith; My breach of faith occasion'd bloody wars; Those bloody wars have spent my treasure; And with my treasure my people's blood; And with their blood, my joy and best belov'd, My best belov'd, my sweet and only son.
Seite 48 - And begged that only she might give my doom. Pluto was pleased, and sealed it with a kiss. 80 Forthwith, Revenge, she rounded thee in th'ear, And bade thee lead me through the gates of horn, Where dreams have passage in the silent night. No sooner had she spoke but we were here, I wot not how, in twinkling of an eye.
Seite 50 - It was, my liege, the prince of Portingale. KING. But what was he that on the other side Held him by th' arm, as partner of the prize?
Seite 57 - In time the savage bull sustains the yoke, In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure, In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierc'd with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the suffrance of your friendly pain.
Seite 59 - But such a war as breaks no bond of peace. Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words; Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss: Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war. HORATIO But gracious madam, then appoint the field Where trial of this war shall first be made.
Seite 54 - But wrathful Nemesis, that wicked power, Envying at Andrea's praise and worth, Cut short his life, to end his praise and worth. She, she herself, disguis'd...
Seite 54 - Which paunch'd his horse, and ding'd him to the ground. Then young Don Balthazar with ruthless rage, Taking advantage of his foe's distress, Did finish what his halberdiers begun, And left not, till Andrea's life was done.
Seite 54 - And, madam, Don Horatio will not slack Humbly to serve fair Bel-imperia.
Seite 56 - ANDREA Come we for this from depth of underground, To see him feast that gave me my death's wound? These pleasant sights are sorrow to my soul, Nothing but league, and love, and banqueting! REVENGE Be still Andrea, ere we go from hence, I'll turn their friendship into fell despite, Their love to mortal hate, their day to night, Their hope into despair, their peace to war, Their joys to pain, their bliss to misery.