The Dramatic Works of John Webster, 第 2 卷J. Smith, 1857 |
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Ancona blood Brach brother Camillo Card cardinal Cari Cariola court cursed dead death Delio dost doth Duch Duchess of Malfi duke of Florence Dyce Enter ANTONIO Enter BOSOLA Enter BRACHIANO Exeunt Exit fear fellow Ferd Ferdinand Flam Flamineo flattering for't Fran Gasparo Giov give hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour Hort husband i'th in's in't is't Isab JOHN WEBSTER Julia kiss knave lady laugh Lawyer leave live Lodovico look lord cardinal lust Madman MALATESTE Marcello marry Methinks Mont MONTICELSO murder ne'er never night noble o'er o'th on't Padua pity poison poison'd pray princes SCENE Servant shew sister sleep soul strange sweet tell Theatre Royal thee There's Thou art to't Tragedy twas twill unto Vittoria Corombona What's White Devil whore woman Zanche
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第 127 頁 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
第 243 頁 - Let me see it: I have so much obedience in my blood, I wish it in their veins to do them good.
第 175 頁 - Ant. Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness, That is not kept in chains and close-pent rooms, But in fair lightsome lodgings, and is girt With the wild noise of prattling visitants, Which makes it lunatic beyond all cure. Conceive not I am so stupid but I aim Whereto your favours tend : but he 'sa fool That, being a-cold, would thrust his hands i
第 248 頁 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
第 177 頁 - All discord without this circumference Is only to be pitied, and not fear'd : Yet, should they know it, time will easily Scatter the tempest. Ant. These words should be mine, And all the parts you have spoke, if some part of it Would not have savour'd flattery.
第 278 頁 - Bos. Now it seems thy greatness was only outward; For thou fall'st faster of thyself than calamity Can drive thee.
第 233 頁 - He doth present you this sad spectacle, That, now you know directly they are dead, Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieve For that which cannot be recovered. DUCH. There is not between heaven and earth one wish I stay for after this.
第 242 頁 - Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage ? Such is the soul in the body : this world is like her little turf of grass ; and the heaven o'er our heads like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge of the small compass of our prison.
第 242 頁 - Most ambitiously. Princes' images on their tombs do not lie, as they were wont, seeming to pray up to heaven ; but with their hands under their cheeks, as if they died of the toothache : they are not carved with their eyes fixed upon the stars; but as their minds were wholly bent upon the world, the selfsame way they seem to turn their faces.
第 182 頁 - Oh, sir, the opinion of wisdom is a foul tetter that runs all over a man's body : if simplicity direct us to have no evil, it directs us to a happy being; for the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom : let me be simply honest.