The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volumen3William Miller, 1808 |
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... Mood . But what kind of man is this Sir Martin , with whom you are to go ? L. Dupe . A plain down - right country - gentleman , I assure you . Mood . I like him much the better for it . For I -hate one of those you call a man of the ...
... Mood . But what kind of man is this Sir Martin , with whom you are to go ? L. Dupe . A plain down - right country - gentleman , I assure you . Mood . I like him much the better for it . For I -hate one of those you call a man of the ...
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... Mood . Never trouble yourself about it , sir , for I like a man that Sir Mart . I know you do , sir , and therefore ... Mood . Virtuoso ! What's that too ? is not virtue enough without O so ? Sir Mart . You have reason , sir . Mood ...
... Mood . Never trouble yourself about it , sir , for I like a man that Sir Mart . I know you do , sir , and therefore ... Mood . Virtuoso ! What's that too ? is not virtue enough without O so ? Sir Mart . You have reason , sir . Mood ...
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... Mood . By coxbones , one word more of all this gibberish , and old Madge shall fly about your ears : What is this , in fine , he keeps such a coil with too ? Mill . ' Tis a phrase a - la - mode , sir ; and is used in conversation now ...
... Mood . By coxbones , one word more of all this gibberish , and old Madge shall fly about your ears : What is this , in fine , he keeps such a coil with too ? Mill . ' Tis a phrase a - la - mode , sir ; and is used in conversation now ...
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... Mood . But my daughter loves serious plays . Warn . They are tragi - comedies , sir , for both . Sir Mart . I have heard her say , she loves none but tragedies . Mood . Where have you heard her say so , sir ? Warn . Sir , you forget ...
... Mood . But my daughter loves serious plays . Warn . They are tragi - comedies , sir , for both . Sir Mart . I have heard her say , she loves none but tragedies . Mood . Where have you heard her say so , sir ? Warn . Sir , you forget ...
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... Mood . How now , what's the mat- ter ? Warn . I am abused , I am beaten , I am lamed for ever . Mood . Who has used thee so ? Warn . The rogue , my master . Sir John . What was the offence ? Warn . A trifle , just nothing . Sir John ...
... Mood . How now , what's the mat- ter ? Warn . I am abused , I am beaten , I am lamed for ever . Mood . Who has used thee so ? Warn . The rogue , my master . Sir John . What was the offence ? Warn . A trifle , just nothing . Sir John ...
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Página 119 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 119 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 143 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change, Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them - Ding-dong, bell.
Página 196 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Página 164 - Perhaps, sweet youth, when you behold her, you Will find you do not love her. HIP. I find already I love, because she is another woman. FERD. You cannot love two women both at once.
Página 355 - Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare — They spoil their business with an over-care; And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.
Página 388 - I'le lead you thence to melancholy Groves. And there repeat the Scenes of our past Loves: At night, I will within your Curtains peep; With empty arms embrace you while you sleep ; In gentle dreams I often will be by; And sweep along, before your closing eye.
Página 99 - Eloquence, which uses to make a business of a Letter of Gallantry, an examen of a Farce; and, in short, a great pomp and ostentation of words on every trifle. This is certainly the Talent of that Nation, and ought not to be invaded by any other.
Página 103 - Shakspeare's magic could not copied be ; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
Página 186 - Blood calls for blood ; your Ferdinand shall die, And I, in bitterness, have sent for you, To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive, And then the greater grief to see him die.