The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 |
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... thy truste , quod he , in euer , Syns thou art sure to take no harme . Thys devyll and I walket arme in arme , So farre , tyll he had brought me thyther , Where all the devyls of hell togyther Stode in aray , in suche apparell 190 As ...
... thy truste , quod he , in euer , Syns thou art sure to take no harme . Thys devyll and I walket arme in arme , So farre , tyll he had brought me thyther , Where all the devyls of hell togyther Stode in aray , in suche apparell 190 As ...
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... Thou never suckt the milk of woman's brest , & c.— Nec tibi diva parens , generis nec Dardanus auctor , Perfide ... art not mine . Never , O wretch , this wombe conceived thee , 26 Nor never bode I painfull throwes for thee : Changeling to me ...
... Thou never suckt the milk of woman's brest , & c.— Nec tibi diva parens , generis nec Dardanus auctor , Perfide ... art not mine . Never , O wretch , this wombe conceived thee , 26 Nor never bode I painfull throwes for thee : Changeling to me ...
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... thy due desert : Yet sithens thou art our childe , and sith as yet , In this hard case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by us hath not bene heard , We are content to staye our will for that Which justice biddes us presently ...
... thy due desert : Yet sithens thou art our childe , and sith as yet , In this hard case what worde thou canst alledge For thy defence by us hath not bene heard , We are content to staye our will for that Which justice biddes us presently ...
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... art or a science ? -Eccho . Hence . Hence with liberal arts , what then wil ... thou cannot have it a penny under , thinke ont , thinke on it , while I ... thou art a meere marke for good witts to shoote at ; and in that suite , thou wilt ...
... art or a science ? -Eccho . Hence . Hence with liberal arts , what then wil ... thou cannot have it a penny under , thinke ont , thinke on it , while I ... thou art a meere marke for good witts to shoote at ; and in that suite , thou wilt ...
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... thou art a nim- ble swaggerer with a goose quill : now for you , Phantasma , leave trussing your pointes , and listen . Phan . Omne tulit punctum . Ing . Marke you , Amoretto , Sir Radericke's sonne ; to him shall thy piping poetry and ...
... thou art a nim- ble swaggerer with a goose quill : now for you , Phantasma , leave trussing your pointes , and listen . Phan . Omne tulit punctum . Ing . Marke you , Amoretto , Sir Radericke's sonne ; to him shall thy piping poetry and ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke Jew of Malta king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto wold word wyll
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 279 - Christians, dogs, and Turkish infidels. But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs. Die life, fly soul, tongue curse thy fill, and die.
Seite 252 - Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps, And, now the Guise is dead, is come from France To view this land and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious, But such as love me guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words. Admired I am of those that hate me most. Though some speak openly against my books, Yet will they read me and thereby attain To Peter's chair, and, when they cast me off,...
Seite 141 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Seite 185 - I might, but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Seite 556 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Seite 165 - So much as he on cursed Gaveston: But that will more exasperate his wrath: I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, And be a means to call home Gaveston: And yet he'll ever doat on Gaveston; And so am I for ever miserable.
Seite 189 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...
Seite 168 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
Seite 259 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these 'Christians.
Seite 190 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay ; awhile forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.