The Ancient British Drama ...

Walter Scott
W. Miller, 1810 - 614 頁
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第 230 頁 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor ; This year, a reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a fountain, spouting through...
第 5 頁 - Ipse ego quam dixi, willingly and not ignorantly in this kind have I faulted; for should a man present to such an auditory the most sententious tragedy that ever was written, observing all the critical laws, as height of style and gravity of person, enrich it with the sententious chorus, and as it were...
第 5 頁 - I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours ; especially of that full and heightened style of Master Chapman ; the laboured and understanding works of Master Jonson ; the no less worthy composures of the both worthily excellent Master Beaumont and Master Fletcher...
第 21 頁 - Low Countries paid, Exactions upon meat, drink, garments, sleep, Ay, even on man's perdition, his sin. They are those brittle evidences of law, Which forfeit all a wretched man's estate For leaving out one syllable. What are whores ! ^ They are those flattering bells have all one tune, At weddings and at funerals. Your rich whores Are only treasuries by extortion fill'd, ^ And emptied by curs'd riot.
第 30 頁 - Is't not your high preferment ? go, go, brag How many ladies you have undone like me. Fare you well, sir; let me hear no more of you ! I had a limb corrupted to an ulcer, But I have cut it off; and now I'll go Weeping to heaven on crutches. For your...
第 11 頁 - More courteous, more lecherous by far, But not a suit the richer: and shall I, Having a path so open and so free To my preferment, still retain your milk In my pale forehead ? no, this face of mine I'll arm, and fortify with lusty wine, 'Gainst shame and blushing.
第 10 頁 - But all delight doth itself soon'st devour. Enter CORNELIA behind, listening. Let me into your bosom, happy lady, Pour out, instead of eloquence^ my vows : Loose me not, madam ; for, if you forego me, I am lost eternally.
第 38 頁 - Oh thou soft natural death ! that art joint-twin To sweetest slumber !— no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure : the dull owl Beats not against thy casement : the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion. Pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes.
第 23 頁 - O woman's poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue! I will not weep; No, I do scorn to call up one poor tear To fawn on your injustice: bear me hence Unto this house of — what's your mitigating title?
第 48 頁 - The Tragedy of Paulo Giordano Ursini, Duke of Brachiano : With the Life and Death of Vittoria Corombona, the famous Venetian Curtizan.