The Works of Beaumont & Fletcher: The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions, Τόμος 11Edward Moxon, 1846 |
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Σελίδα 17
... thoughts were only on Lysandre . By the king's command , strict search had been made for the unknown knight ( Caliste ) ; but in vain . One day , however , when Y polite , Adraste , Dorilas , and Lucidan ( the last being constant in his ...
... thoughts were only on Lysandre . By the king's command , strict search had been made for the unknown knight ( Caliste ) ; but in vain . One day , however , when Y polite , Adraste , Dorilas , and Lucidan ( the last being constant in his ...
Σελίδα 22
... thought very absurd . — The day appointed for the sport arrived . Their majesties took their places in the field . Olinde , Argire , Orante , Caliste , Ambrise , and Ypolite were among the numerous spectators . Adraste and Dorilas were ...
... thought very absurd . — The day appointed for the sport arrived . Their majesties took their places in the field . Olinde , Argire , Orante , Caliste , Ambrise , and Ypolite were among the numerous spectators . Adraste and Dorilas were ...
Σελίδα 43
... thoughts . Cal . He knows me , then ? Dor . I nam'd you , And nam'd you mine : I think that's all his knowledge . Clean . No name ? no being ? Cal . Now I am mad to know him : Saving mine honour , any thing I had now , But to enjoy his ...
... thoughts . Cal . He knows me , then ? Dor . I nam'd you , And nam'd you mine : I think that's all his knowledge . Clean . No name ? no being ? Cal . Now I am mad to know him : Saving mine honour , any thing I had now , But to enjoy his ...
Σελίδα 57
... thought worth a quarrel . Olin . Pray you , think nobler . Dor . I'll tell thee what I think ; the plague , war , famine , Nay , put in dice and drunkenness ( and those You'll grant are pretty helps ) , kill not so many ( I mean , so ...
... thought worth a quarrel . Olin . Pray you , think nobler . Dor . I'll tell thee what I think ; the plague , war , famine , Nay , put in dice and drunkenness ( and those You'll grant are pretty helps ) , kill not so many ( I mean , so ...
Σελίδα 66
... thoughts ! -Pray you , take this , and shoot me : - My villain thoughts ! Cal . I weep your misery , [ Offering her a pistol . And would to Heaven [ Noise within ] -What noise ? Lys . It comes on louder . Kill me , 66 [ ACT III . THE ...
... thoughts ! -Pray you , take this , and shoot me : - My villain thoughts ! Cal . I weep your misery , [ Offering her a pistol . And would to Heaven [ Noise within ] -What noise ? Lys . It comes on louder . Kill me , 66 [ ACT III . THE ...
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Σελίδα 502 - 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 ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Σελίδα 492 - LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to-night.
Σελίδα 332 - fore bride and bridegroom's feet, Blessing their sense ! Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence ! The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor The boding raven, nor chough hoar, Nor chattering pie, May on our bride-house perch or sing, Or with them any discord bring, But from it fly! FROM
Σελίδα 372 - I have ventur'd for him ; And out I have brought him to a little wood A mile hence : I have sent him, where a cedar, Higher than all the rest, spreads like a plane...
Σελίδα 497 - Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried, «Though gods they were, as men they died...
Σελίδα 413 - ... sight now! — we maids that have our livers perished, cracked to pieces with love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long but pick flowers with Proserpine ; then will I make Palamon a nosegay ; then let him — mark me — then — Doctor.
Σελίδα 373 - I have done ; no, not so much as kiss'd me ; And that, methinks, is not so well ; nor scarcely Could I persuade him to become a freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me and to my father. Yet, I hope, When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him : let him do What he will with me, so he use me kindly!
Σελίδα 403 - Of rushes that grew by, and to 'em spoke The prettiest posies, — " Thus our true love 's tied," " This you may loose, not me," and many a one ; And then she wept, and sung again, and sigh'd, And with the same breath smil'd, and kiss'd her hand.
Σελίδα 333 - To urn their ashes, nor to take th' offence Of mortal loathsomeness from the blest eye Of holy Phoebus ; but infects the winds With stench of our slain lords.
Σελίδα 356 - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.