Plays and PoemsG. Routledge, 1895 - Всего страниц: 320 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 42
Стр. 9
... Nature and be afraid of her is the only point of Art that tickles the spectators . But how out of purpose and place do I name Art ? When the professors are grown so obstinate contemners of it , and presumers on their own naturals , as ...
... Nature and be afraid of her is the only point of Art that tickles the spectators . But how out of purpose and place do I name Art ? When the professors are grown so obstinate contemners of it , and presumers on their own naturals , as ...
Стр. 10
... natural follies , but so shown As even the doers may see , and yet not own . ACT I. SCENE . I. A Room in LOVEWIT'S House . Enter FACE , in a captain's uniform , with his sword drawn , and SUBTLE with a vial , quarrelling , and followed ...
... natural follies , but so shown As even the doers may see , and yet not own . ACT I. SCENE . I. A Room in LOVEWIT'S House . Enter FACE , in a captain's uniform , with his sword drawn , and SUBTLE with a vial , quarrelling , and followed ...
Стр. 19
... nature : You hear , he says he will not be ungrateful . Sub . Why , as you please ; my venture follows yours . Face . Troth , do it , doctor ; think him trusty , and make him . He may make us both happy in an hour ; Win some five ...
... nature : You hear , he says he will not be ungrateful . Sub . Why , as you please ; my venture follows yours . Face . Troth , do it , doctor ; think him trusty , and make him . He may make us both happy in an hour ; Win some five ...
Стр. 24
... nature ! [ Exit DRUGGER . Now do you see that something ' s to be done Beside your beech - coal and your corsive waters , Your crosslets , crucibles , and cucurbites ? You must have stuff brought home to you , to work on : And yet you ...
... nature ! [ Exit DRUGGER . Now do you see that something ' s to be done Beside your beech - coal and your corsive waters , Your crosslets , crucibles , and cucurbites ? You must have stuff brought home to you , to work on : And yet you ...
Стр. 25
... Nature asham'd of her long sleep : when art , Who's but a step - dame , shall do more than she In her best love to mankind , ever could : If his dream lasts , he'll turn the age to gold . [ Exit FACE . [ Exeunt . ACT II.- SCENE I. — An ...
... Nature asham'd of her long sleep : when art , Who's but a step - dame , shall do more than she In her best love to mankind , ever could : If his dream lasts , he'll turn the age to gold . [ Exit FACE . [ Exeunt . ACT II.- SCENE I. — An ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
1st Avoc 2nd Avoc 3rd Avoc 4th Avoc afore Alken Ananias Ben Jonson captain Centaure Cler Clerimont Corb CORBACCIO Corv Corvino cozen Cutbeard Daup door doth Drug Drugger Earine ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear feast fellow fool fortune friends gentlemen give gold grace hast hath hear heir honour hope Karol kiss knave knight La-F La-Foole lady live look Lord madam Mammon Marian marry master doctor Master Truewit Maud Mavis Mellifleur Morose Mosca never pray Re-enter FACE Robin Hood Scathlock SCENE servant Silent Woman Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw speak SUBTLE sweet tell thee There's things thou art Tis true to-day told Tom Otter troth twill unto venison Volp VOLPONE Volt VOLTORE woman worship
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 271 - 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.
Стр. 301 - 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.
Стр. 29 - Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius took From Elephantis, and dull Aretine But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse And multiply the figures, as I walk Naked between my succubae. My mists I'll have of perfume, vapour'd 'bout the room, To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits To fall into; from whence we will come forth, And roll us dry in gossamer and roses.
Стр. 303 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much: ' Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Стр. 150 - Tis the beggar's virtue ; If thou hast wisdom, hear me, Celia. Thy baths shall be the juice of Julyflowers, Spirit of roses, and of violets, The milk of 'unicorns, and panthers' breath Gather'd in bags, and mix'd with Cretan wines.
Стр. 304 - 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.
Стр. 150 - Whilst we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales, Thou like Europa now, and I like Jove, Then I like Mars, and thou like Erycine; So of the rest, till we have quite run through, And wearied all the fables of the gods.
Стр. 8 - 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!
Стр. 304 - For, if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers ; And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line ; And, though thou had'st small Latin and less Greek...
Стр. 310 - 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.