Shakspeare and His Friends: Or, The Golden Age of Merry England

Burgess, Stringer, 1847 - 315 Seiten

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Seite 262 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Seite 9 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
Seite 17 - I marie what pleasure or felicity they have in taking this roguish tobacco. It's good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers: there were four died out of one house last week with taking of it, and two more the bell went for yesternight; one of them, they say, will never scape it; he voided a bushel of soot yesterday, upward and downward. By the stocks, an...
Seite 83 - Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Seite 132 - She is gone in whom I trusted, and of me hath not one thought of mercy, nor any respect of that that was. Do with me now therefore what you list. I am more weary of life than they are desirous I should perish, which if it had been for her, as it is by her, I had been too happily born.
Seite 150 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
Seite 69 - BACK and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old . I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good, But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Seite 132 - I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometime sitting in the shade like a Goddess; sometime singing like an angel; sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! Once amiss, hath bereaved me of all.
Seite 12 - In the feather of his hat, a large ruby and pearl drop at the bottom of the sprig, in place of a button. His...
Seite 150 - tis enough, my wench ; Show me the piece of needle-work you wrought. Ant. Of Ariadne, madam ? . Asp. Yes, that piece. This should be Theseus, h' as a cozening face ; You meant him for a man ? Ant. He was so, madam, Asp. Why then 'tis well enough. Never look back, You have a full wind, and a false heart, Theseus.

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