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Sida xxxiii
... woman of Donusa's stamp could wish . A short conversation with Francisco convinces him of the enormity of the sin in which he was glorying ; and when he is introduced a second time to his expectant mistress , he sets forth the horrors ...
... woman of Donusa's stamp could wish . A short conversation with Francisco convinces him of the enormity of the sin in which he was glorying ; and when he is introduced a second time to his expectant mistress , he sets forth the horrors ...
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... woman , [ guage " Top of whose heart the feathers of this world Are gaily stuck : but all which first you named ... woman ! Anton . A woman ! a wrong'd princess . From such a star Blazing with fires of hate , what can be look'd for , But ...
... woman , [ guage " Top of whose heart the feathers of this world Are gaily stuck : but all which first you named ... woman ! Anton . A woman ! a wrong'd princess . From such a star Blazing with fires of hate , what can be look'd for , But ...
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... woman upright ; the remembrance of whose awl ( I now having nothing ) thrusts such scurvy stitches into my soul , that the heel of my happiness is gone awry . Spun . Pity that e'er thou trod'st thy shoe awry . Hir . Long I cannot last ...
... woman upright ; the remembrance of whose awl ( I now having nothing ) thrusts such scurvy stitches into my soul , that the heel of my happiness is gone awry . Spun . Pity that e'er thou trod'st thy shoe awry . Hir . Long I cannot last ...
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... woman . Spun . Nor I , unless she scratch ; bum my mis- Harp . You're coxcombs , silly animals . [ tress ! Hir . What's that ? Harp . Drones , asses , blinded moles , that dare not thrust Your arms out to catch fortune : say , you fall ...
... woman . Spun . Nor I , unless she scratch ; bum my mis- Harp . You're coxcombs , silly animals . [ tress ! Hir . What's that ? Harp . Drones , asses , blinded moles , that dare not thrust Your arms out to catch fortune : say , you fall ...
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... woman ?. Your mistress ? I but clapt you , you flew on . Say I should get your lives , each rascal beggar Would , when he met you , cry out , Hell - hounds ! traitors ! Spit at you , fling dirt at you ; and no woman Ever endure your ...
... woman ?. Your mistress ? I but clapt you , you flew on . Say I should get your lives , each rascal beggar Would , when he met you , cry out , Hell - hounds ! traitors ! Spit at you , fling dirt at you ; and no woman Ever endure your ...
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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...