Elizabethan Drama: With Introductions and NotesP.F. Collier, 1910 - 899 |
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... scene of Marlowe's King moves pity and terror beyond any scene , ancient or modern , with which I am acquainted . " CHARLES LAMB . EDWARD THE SECOND [ DRAMATIS PERSONÆ KING EDWARD THE SECOND.
... scene of Marlowe's King moves pity and terror beyond any scene , ancient or modern , with which I am acquainted . " CHARLES LAMB . EDWARD THE SECOND [ DRAMATIS PERSONÆ KING EDWARD THE SECOND.
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... [ SCENE I ] Enter GAVESTON , reading on a letter that was brought him from the King Gaveston . 66 " Y FATHER is deceas'd ! Come , Gaveston , " M And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend . " Ah ! words that make me surfeit with ...
... [ SCENE I ] Enter GAVESTON , reading on a letter that was brought him from the King Gaveston . 66 " Y FATHER is deceas'd ! Come , Gaveston , " M And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend . " Ah ! words that make me surfeit with ...
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... [ SCENE II ] 1 Enter [ on one side ] both the MORTIMERS ; [ on the other , ] WARWICK and LANCASTER WAR . ' Tis true , the bishop is in the Tower , And goods and body given to Gaveston . LAN . What ! will they tyrannise upon the church ...
... [ SCENE II ] 1 Enter [ on one side ] both the MORTIMERS ; [ on the other , ] WARWICK and LANCASTER WAR . ' Tis true , the bishop is in the Tower , And goods and body given to Gaveston . LAN . What ! will they tyrannise upon the church ...
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... . ISAB . Farewell , sweet Mortimer ; and , for my sake , Forbear to levy arms against the king . Y. MOR . Ay , if words will serve ; if not , I must . HC XLVI ( B ) [ Exeunt . ] [ SCENE III ] Enter GAVESTON and KENT GAV . EDWARD II 13.
... . ISAB . Farewell , sweet Mortimer ; and , for my sake , Forbear to levy arms against the king . Y. MOR . Ay , if words will serve ; if not , I must . HC XLVI ( B ) [ Exeunt . ] [ SCENE III ] Enter GAVESTON and KENT GAV . EDWARD II 13.
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... [ SCENE IV ] Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTI- MER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of Canterbury and Attendants ] LAN . Here is the form of Gaveston's exile : May it please your lordship to subscribe your name ...
... [ SCENE IV ] Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTI- MER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of Canterbury and Attendants ] LAN . Here is the form of Gaveston's exile : May it please your lordship to subscribe your name ...
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ARIEL Baldock Banquo blood brother Caliban castle Cordelia CORN daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Duke Earl Edmund England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Fleance FOOL Fortinbras foul France friends Gaveston GENT give GLOU Gloucester grace grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath HC XLVI head hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT KING EDWARD LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam majesty monster murder night noble o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray prithee PROS QUEEN Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE sister sleep Soldiers soul speak SPEN Spencer strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast traitor TRIN unto villain WITCH Young MORTIMER МАСВ
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Strona 137 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Strona 310 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature?
Strona 129 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
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Strona 320 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
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Strona 138 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this...
Strona 245 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Strona 182 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.