The Works of Beaumont & Fletcher: The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1843 - 11 páginas |
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... Leon . Are you prepar'd ? then , speak . Hid . Most royal sir , I am prepar'd ; Nor shall my will exceed a virgin's bounds ; What I request shall both at once bring me [ And you ] f a full content . Leon . So it ever does : Thou only ...
... Leon . Are you prepar'd ? then , speak . Hid . Most royal sir , I am prepar'd ; Nor shall my will exceed a virgin's bounds ; What I request shall both at once bring me [ And you ] f a full content . Leon . So it ever does : Thou only ...
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... Leon . What is it ? Hid . Many ages before this , When every man got to himself a trade , And was laborious in that chosen course , Hating an idle life far worse than death , Some one that gave himself to wine and sloth , Which breed ...
... Leon . What is it ? Hid . Many ages before this , When every man got to himself a trade , And was laborious in that chosen course , Hating an idle life far worse than death , Some one that gave himself to wine and sloth , Which breed ...
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... Leon . [ raising her ] But be advis'd , My fairest daughter : if he be a god , He will express it upon thee , my child ; Which Heaven avert ! Leuc . There is no such power ; But the opinion of him fills the land With lustful sins ...
... Leon . [ raising her ] But be advis'd , My fairest daughter : if he be a god , He will express it upon thee , my child ; Which Heaven avert ! Leuc . There is no such power ; But the opinion of him fills the land With lustful sins ...
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... Leon . Go , and command it . [ Exit ISMENUS . Pleasure of my life , Wouldst thou aught else ? make many thousand suits ; They must and shall be granted . Hid . Nothing else . Leon . But go and meditate on other suits ; Some six days ...
... Leon . Go , and command it . [ Exit ISMENUS . Pleasure of my life , Wouldst thou aught else ? make many thousand suits ; They must and shall be granted . Hid . Nothing else . Leon . But go and meditate on other suits ; Some six days ...
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... Leon . The gods go with them ! -Who be1 those that wait there ? Tel . The lord Ismenus , your general , for his despatch . Leon . Oh , nephew , we have no use to employ your virtue In our war ; now the province is well settled . Hear ...
... Leon . The gods go with them ! -Who be1 those that wait there ? Tel . The lord Ismenus , your general , for his despatch . Leon . Oh , nephew , we have no use to employ your virtue In our war ; now the province is well settled . Hear ...
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Página 66 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 29 - For to that holy wood is consecrate A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks The nimble-footed fairies dance their rounds By the pale moonshine, dipping oftentimes Their stolen children, so to make them free From dying flesh and dull mortality : By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn, And given away his freedom, many a troth Been plight, which neither envy nor old time Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, In hope of coming...
Página 66 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 25 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Página 117 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Página 43 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock ; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away ; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Página 37 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love; How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she...
Página 16 - ... a play of country hired shepherds in gray cloaks, with cur-tailed dogs in strings, sometimes laughing together, and sometimes killing one another ; and, missing Whitsun-ales, cream, wassail, and morris-dances, began to be angry.
Página 25 - ... some be green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain, or the field, I freely offer, and ere long Will bring you more, more sweet and strong ; Till when, humbly leave I take, Lest the great Pan do awake, That sleeping lies in a deep glade, Under a broad beech's shade.
Página 25 - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.