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... Asam . Mahomet's hell Light on you all ! You crouch and cringe now : - Where Was the terror of my just frowns , when you suffer'd Those thieves of Malta , almost in our harbour , To board a ship , and bear her safely off , While you ...
... Asam . Mahomet's hell Light on you all ! You crouch and cringe now : - Where Was the terror of my just frowns , when you suffer'd Those thieves of Malta , almost in our harbour , To board a ship , and bear her safely off , While you ...
Sida 107
... Asam . Ha . Grim . Yet I dare as much As any of the sultan's boldest sons , Whose heaven and hell hang on his frown or smile , His warlike janizaries . Asam . Add one syllable more , Thou dost pronounce upon thyself a sentence That ...
... Asam . Ha . Grim . Yet I dare as much As any of the sultan's boldest sons , Whose heaven and hell hang on his frown or smile , His warlike janizaries . Asam . Add one syllable more , Thou dost pronounce upon thyself a sentence That ...
Sida 108
... Asam . Your husband . Paul . My hangman , when thou pleasest . Asam . Thus I guard me Against your further angers . [ Leads her to the door . " Paul . Which shall reach thee , Though I were in the centre . [ ASAMBEG closes the door upon ...
... Asam . Your husband . Paul . My hangman , when thou pleasest . Asam . Thus I guard me Against your further angers . [ Leads her to the door . " Paul . Which shall reach thee , Though I were in the centre . [ ASAMBEG closes the door upon ...
Sida 110
... Asam . Your pleasure ? Musta . " Twill exact your private ear ; And , when you have received it , you will think Too many know it . Asam . Leave the room ; but be Within our call.- [ Exeunt Aga and Capiaga . Now , sir , what burning ...
... Asam . Your pleasure ? Musta . " Twill exact your private ear ; And , when you have received it , you will think Too many know it . Asam . Leave the room ; but be Within our call.- [ Exeunt Aga and Capiaga . Now , sir , what burning ...
Sida 111
... Asam . Truth , Mustapha . I said it , and add more , You touch upon a string that , to my ear , Does sound Donusa . Musta . You then understand Who ' tis I aim at . Asam . Take heed , Mustapha ; Remember what she is , and whose we are ...
... Asam . Truth , Mustapha . I said it , and add more , You touch upon a string that , to my ear , Does sound Donusa . Musta . You then understand Who ' tis I aim at . Asam . Take heed , Mustapha ; Remember what she is , and whose we are ...
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The Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford Philip Massinger,John Ford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1859 |
The Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford Philip Massinger,John Ford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1840 |
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Sida xxv - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Sida li - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Sida lvi - Amid the groves, under the shadowy hills, The generations are prepared ; the pangs, The internal pangs, are ready ; the dread strife Of poor humanity's afflicted will Struggling in vain with ruthless destiny.
Sida 37 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Sida 7 - No, my dear lady ; I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company...
Sida xli - Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically clapped for 't: these are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither.
Sida 191 - When did she flourish so, as when she was The mistress of the ocean, her navies Putting a girdle round about the world ? When the Iberian quaked, her worthies named; And the fair flower-de-luce grew pale, set by The red rose and the white...
Sida 292 - Furn. No matter whom : yet, now I think on it, I am angry with my lady. Watch. Heaven forbid, man ! Ord. What cause has she given thee ? Furn. Cause enough, master steward. I was entertained by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Now, since our master, noble Allworth, died...
Sida 304 - But I'll make it no wonder ; And what is more, unfold my nature to you. We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen, Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand To lift them up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom...
Sida 328 - Compar'd with thee, are shadows, thou the substance And guardian of felicity. No marvel, My brother made thy place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning...