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 117
... souls burst with venom'd arrogance . Beware , Piero , Rome itself hath tried , Confusion's train blows up this Babel pride * . Pier . Pish , Dimitto superos , summa votorum attigi . Alberto , hast thou yielded up our fix'd decree Unto ...
... souls burst with venom'd arrogance . Beware , Piero , Rome itself hath tried , Confusion's train blows up this Babel pride * . Pier . Pish , Dimitto superos , summa votorum attigi . Alberto , hast thou yielded up our fix'd decree Unto ...
Página 122
... soul in strange accoutrements Walks on the pavement . Ros . Good sweet let's to her , prithee Mellida . Mel . How covetous thou art of novelties ! Ros . Pish , ' tis our nature to desire things That are thought strangers to the common ...
... soul in strange accoutrements Walks on the pavement . Ros . Good sweet let's to her , prithee Mellida . Mel . How covetous thou art of novelties ! Ros . Pish , ' tis our nature to desire things That are thought strangers to the common ...
Página 123
... soul to my lips taste Hebes ' cup : Stand firm on deck , when beauties close fights ' up * . Mel . Lady , your strange habit doth beget , Our pregnant thoughts even great of much desire , To be acquaint with your condition . Ros . Good ...
... soul to my lips taste Hebes ' cup : Stand firm on deck , when beauties close fights ' up * . Mel . Lady , your strange habit doth beget , Our pregnant thoughts even great of much desire , To be acquaint with your condition . Ros . Good ...
Página 126
... soul began to sigh : " Give me your hand , ( quoth he ) , now do you grasp Th ' unequal mirror of ragg'd misery : Is't not a horrid storm ? Oh , well - shap'd sweets , Could your quick eye strike through these gash- ed wounds , You ...
... soul began to sigh : " Give me your hand , ( quoth he ) , now do you grasp Th ' unequal mirror of ragg'd misery : Is't not a horrid storm ? Oh , well - shap'd sweets , Could your quick eye strike through these gash- ed wounds , You ...
Página 141
... soul upon thy wondring eyes . Look , he comes towards thee ; see , he stretcheth out His wretched arms to girt thy loved waist , With a most wish'd embrace : see'st him not yet ? Nor yet ? Ah , Mellida , thou well mayst err : For look ...
... soul upon thy wondring eyes . Look , he comes towards thee ; see , he stretcheth out His wretched arms to girt thy loved waist , With a most wish'd embrace : see'st him not yet ? Nor yet ? Ah , Mellida , thou well mayst err : For look ...
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
Pasajes populares
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.