Endymion; or, The man in the moon, by John Lyly. History of Antonio and Mellida; What you will; and Parasitaster, by John MarstonWhittingham and Rowland, 1814 |
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Página 12
... cast before his eyes , insomuch that he shall slake that love which he now voweth to Cynthia , and burn in mine , of which he seemeth careless . In this languishing , between my amorous devices and his own loose desires , there shall ...
... cast before his eyes , insomuch that he shall slake that love which he now voweth to Cynthia , and burn in mine , of which he seemeth careless . In this languishing , between my amorous devices and his own loose desires , there shall ...
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... cast to make thee unfortunate , that studiest of all men to be the faithfulest . [ Exit . SCENE III . DARES and SAMIAS . Dares . Now our masters are in love up to the ears , what have we to do , but to be in knavery up to the crowns ...
... cast to make thee unfortunate , that studiest of all men to be the faithfulest . [ Exit . SCENE III . DARES and SAMIAS . Dares . Now our masters are in love up to the ears , what have we to do , but to be in knavery up to the crowns ...
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... cast mine eyes so low as to the crowns of your heads ; and therefore pardon me that I spake not all this while . Dares . No harm done ; here be fair ladies come to wonder at your person , your valour , your wit ; * The ram was a war ...
... cast mine eyes so low as to the crowns of your heads ; and therefore pardon me that I spake not all this while . Dares . No harm done ; here be fair ladies come to wonder at your person , your valour , your wit ; * The ram was a war ...
Página 31
... cast these ladies away , and all for a little love ? do but speak kindly . Top . There cometh no soft syllables within - my lips ; custom hath made my words bloody , and my heart barbarous : that pelting word , love , how waterish it is ...
... cast these ladies away , and all for a little love ? do but speak kindly . Top . There cometh no soft syllables within - my lips ; custom hath made my words bloody , and my heart barbarous : that pelting word , love , how waterish it is ...
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... casts down the knife . ) [ Exeunt . ( Enters an ancient man with a book with three leaves , offers the same twice ; Endymion re- fuseth : he rendeth two and offers the third , where he stands a while , and then Endy- mion takes it ...
... casts down the knife . ) [ Exeunt . ( Enters an ancient man with a book with three leaves , offers the same twice ; Endymion re- fuseth : he rendeth two and offers the third , where he stands a while , and then Endy- mion takes it ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albano Andrugio Antonio Antonio and Mellida Bagoa Balurdo Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Bidet blood breath Celia Cornets Corsites court Cynt Cynthia Dares dear Dildo Dipsas Dondolo dost doth Duke Eastward Hoe Endymion Enter Eumenides Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faunus favour Fawn fear Feliche Floscula fool fortune gallants give grace Granuffo hast hate hath heart heaven Herc Herod honour hope humour i'faith is't John Marston kiss lady Lampatho lord madam marry master Mellida mistress never night PARASITASTER Pier PIERO pity play poet prince prithee Quad Quadratus Rossaline SCENE Semele Signior Simplicius Sir Amorous Sir Tophas sleep soul speak speech sweet Tellus thee there's thing thou art thoughts Tiberio troth virtue wench wife wise Zoya
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Página 273 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Página 223 - bout the soul of man ; The more I learnt, the more I learnt to doubt. Delight my spaniel slept, whilst I baus'd leaves, Toss'd o'er the dunces, pored on the old print Of titled words : and still my spaniel slept. Whilst I wasted lamp-oil, baited my flesh, Shrunk up my veins : and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with...
Página 136 - The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own ; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes Reply to...
Página 133 - O Lucio, choke that breath. Now I defy chance. Fortune's brow hath frown'd, Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit. Alas ! what country rests, What son, what comfort, that she can deprive ? Triumphs not Venice in my overthrow ? Gapes not my native country for my blood ? Lies not my son...
Página 224 - t had free will Or no, hot philosophers Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, I...
Página 188 - Scoff's artillery. • Shall he be crest-fall'n, if some looser brain, In flux of wit uncivilly befilth His slight composures? Shall his bosom faint, If drunken Censure belch out sour breath From Hatred's surfeit on his labour's front?
Página 30 - I marvel, Corsites, that you being a captain, who should sound nothing but terror, and suck nothing but blood, can find in your heart to talk such smooth words, for that it agreeth not with your calling to use words so soft, as that of love.
Página 133 - Speak like yourself: but give me leave, my Lord, To wish your safety. If you are but seen, Your arms display you ; therefore put them off, And take Andr.
Página 17 - That is, Scintilla, as you list to take it. Sam. That, that. Scint. This it is to be matched with girls, who coming but yesterday from making of babies, would before to-morrow be accounted matrons.
Página 121 - Whoop : fut f, how he tickles yon trout under the gills ! you shall see him take him by and by with groping flattery.