Plays and PoemsG. Routledge, 1890 - 320 sider |
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Side 117
... Corv . Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos . The tardy hour is come , sir . Corv . He is not dead ? Mos . Not dead , sir , but as good ; He knows no man . Corv . How shall I do then ? Mos . Why , sir ? Cory . I have brought him here a pearl ...
... Corv . Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos . The tardy hour is come , sir . Corv . He is not dead ? Mos . Not dead , sir , but as good ; He knows no man . Corv . How shall I do then ? Mos . Why , sir ? Cory . I have brought him here a pearl ...
Side 118
... Corv . Why , am I his heir ? Mos . Sir , I am sworn , I may not show the will Till he be dead ; but here has been Corbaccio , Here has been Voltore , here were others too , I cannot number ' em , they were so many ; All gaping here for ...
... Corv . Why , am I his heir ? Mos . Sir , I am sworn , I may not show the will Till he be dead ; but here has been Corbaccio , Here has been Voltore , here were others too , I cannot number ' em , they were so many ; All gaping here for ...
Side 119
... Corv . His nose is like a common sewer , still running . Mos . ' Tis good ! And what his mouth ? Corv . A very draught . Mos . Oh , stop it upCorv . By no means . Mos . ' Pray you , let me : Faith I could stifle him rarely with a pillow ...
... Corv . His nose is like a common sewer , still running . Mos . ' Tis good ! And what his mouth ? Corv . A very draught . Mos . Oh , stop it upCorv . By no means . Mos . ' Pray you , let me : Faith I could stifle him rarely with a pillow ...
Side 131
... Corv . Death of mine honour , with the city's fool ! A juggling , tooth - drawing , prating mountebank ! And at a public window ! where , whilst he , With his strained action , and his dole of faces , To his drug - lecture draws your ...
... Corv . Death of mine honour , with the city's fool ! A juggling , tooth - drawing , prating mountebank ! And at a public window ! where , whilst he , With his strained action , and his dole of faces , To his drug - lecture draws your ...
Side 132
... Corv . What couldst thou propose Less to thyself , than in this heat of wrath , And , stung with my dishonour , I should strike This steel into thee , with as many stabs , As thou wert gazed upon with goatish eyes ? Cel . Alas , sir ...
... Corv . What couldst thou propose Less to thyself , than in this heat of wrath , And , stung with my dishonour , I should strike This steel into thee , with as many stabs , As thou wert gazed upon with goatish eyes ? Cel . Alas , sir ...
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Side 303 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 306 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James!
Side 273 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by following her ; For other print her airy steps ne'er left : Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west-wind she shot along, And where she went the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot...
Side 31 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Side 306 - The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakespeare, rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room : Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Side 307 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Side 317 - On My First Daughter Here lies, to each her parents' ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet, all heaven's gifts being heaven's due, It makes the father less to rue. At six months...
Side 306 - For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses' anvil ; turn the same, And himself with it, that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn ; For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou...
Side 10 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!
Side 312 - ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL*. Weep with me, all you that read This little story ; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.