Ben Jonson: Volpone; or, The fox. Epicœne; or, The silent woman. The alchemistT.F. Unwin, 1894 |
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... fears attending on old age . Yea , death so often called on , as no wish Can be more frequent with them , their limbs faint , Their senses dull , their seeing , hearing , going , All dead before them ; yea , their very teeth , Their ...
... fears attending on old age . Yea , death so often called on , as no wish Can be more frequent with them , their limbs faint , Their senses dull , their seeing , hearing , going , All dead before them ; yea , their very teeth , Their ...
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... ' Tis Signior Mosca , sir . Corv . Let him come in . [ Exit Serv . ] His master's dead ; there's yet Some good to help the bad . Enter MOSCA . My Mosca , welcome !. I guess your news . Mos . I fear you 52 [ ACT II . VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
... ' Tis Signior Mosca , sir . Corv . Let him come in . [ Exit Serv . ] His master's dead ; there's yet Some good to help the bad . Enter MOSCA . My Mosca , welcome !. I guess your news . Mos . I fear you 52 [ ACT II . VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
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Ben Jonson Brinsley Nicholson. I guess your news . Mos . I fear you cannot , sir . Corv . Is't not his death ? Mos . Rather the contrary . Corv . Not his recovery ? Mos . Yes , sir . Corv . I am cursed , I am bewitched , my crosses meet ...
Ben Jonson Brinsley Nicholson. I guess your news . Mos . I fear you cannot , sir . Corv . Is't not his death ? Mos . Rather the contrary . Corv . Not his recovery ? Mos . Yes , sir . Corv . I am cursed , I am bewitched , my crosses meet ...
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... Fear not . Corv . Where are you , wife ? my Celia ! wife ! [ Exit . Re - enter CELIA . -What , blubbering ? Come , dry those tears . I think thou thought'st me in earnest ; Ha ! by this light I talked so but to try thee : Methinks , the ...
... Fear not . Corv . Where are you , wife ? my Celia ! wife ! [ Exit . Re - enter CELIA . -What , blubbering ? Come , dry those tears . I think thou thought'st me in earnest ; Ha ! by this light I talked so but to try thee : Methinks , the ...
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... them , thy best looks : We are invited to a solemn feast , At old Volpone's , where it shall appear How far I am free from jealousy or fear . [ Exeunt . ACT THE THIRD . SCENE I - A Street . SCENE III . ] 57 VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
... them , thy best looks : We are invited to a solemn feast , At old Volpone's , where it shall appear How far I am free from jealousy or fear . [ Exeunt . ACT THE THIRD . SCENE I - A Street . SCENE III . ] 57 VOLPONE ; OR , THE FOX .
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Ben Jonson: Volpone; or, The fox. Epicœne; or, The silent woman. The alchemist Ben Jonson Vista de fragmentos - 1893 |
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afore Ananias Avoc BEN JONSON captain CELIA Centaure Cler Clerimont Corb CORBACCIO Corv Corvino costive court cozened Cutbeard Daup door doth Drug Drugger Exeunt Exit faith fear fellow fetch fool fortune friends gentlemen give gold grace hast hath hear heaven heir honour hope Is't KASTRIL kiss knave knight Knocking La-F LA-FOOLE Lady look lord madam Mammon marry master doctor Master Truewit Mavis means Mistress OTTER Morose NANO never on't play pray Re-enter FACE SCENE Scoto scurvy servant Signior Silent Woman Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw speak strange SUBTLE Surly talk tell thee There's things thou art thou shalt Tis true to-day told Tom Otter troth twas twill unto Volp VOLPONE Volt VOLTORE What's widow wife woman worship
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Página 154 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 155 - ... neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 308 - Why? Do you think I fable with you? I assure you. He that has once the flower of the sun, The perfect ruby which we call elixir, Not only can do that, but by its virtue, Can confer honour, love, respect, long life, Give safety, valour: yea, and victory, To whom he will. In eight and twenty days, I'll make an old man of fourscore, a child.
Página 305 - O, I did look for him With the sun's rising: 'marvel he could sleep! This is the day I am to perfect for him...
Página 310 - Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it? Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir; You have colour for it, crimson : the red ferment Has done, his office; three hours hence prepare you To see projection. Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee aloud, Be rich. This day thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow Give lords th
Página 79 - That the curious shall not know How to tell them as they flow; And the envious, when they find What their number is, be pined.
Página 376 - Face. Come, lady: I knew the doctor would not leave, Till he had found the very nick of her fortune. Kas. To be a countess, say you, a Spanish countess, sir? Dame P. Why, is that better than an English countess?
Página 313 - Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, With prayer and fasting for it : and, sir, let him Do it alone, for me, still.
Página 19 - I oft have heard him say, how he admired Men of your large profession, that could speak To every cause, and things mere contraries, Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law; That, with most quick agility, could turn, And [re-] return; [could] make knots, and undo them; Give forked counsel; take provoking gold On either hand, and put it up: these men, He knew, would thrive with their humility.
Página 77 - He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his gifts in vain : Suns that set may rise again ; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.