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Pagina 244
... Sfor . You are the mistress of the feast - sit here , my soul's comfort ! and when Sforza bows Thus low to do you honour , let none think The meanest service they can pay my love , But as a fair addition to those titles They stand ...
... Sfor . You are the mistress of the feast - sit here , my soul's comfort ! and when Sforza bows Thus low to do you honour , let none think The meanest service they can pay my love , But as a fair addition to those titles They stand ...
Pagina 245
... Sfor . It need not , my Marcelia ; When most I strive to praise thee , I appear A poor detractor : for thou art , indeed , So absolute in body and in mind , That , but to speak the least part to the height , Would ask an angel's tongue ...
... Sfor . It need not , my Marcelia ; When most I strive to praise thee , I appear A poor detractor : for thou art , indeed , So absolute in body and in mind , That , but to speak the least part to the height , Would ask an angel's tongue ...
Pagina 246
... Sfor . ' Tis believed , Believed , my blest one . Mari . How she winds herself Into his soul ! Sfor . Sit all . - Let others feed On those gross cates , while Sforza banquets with Immortal viands ta'en in at his eyes . I could live ever ...
... Sfor . ' Tis believed , Believed , my blest one . Mari . How she winds herself Into his soul ! Sfor . Sit all . - Let others feed On those gross cates , while Sforza banquets with Immortal viands ta'en in at his eyes . I could live ever ...
Pagina 247
... Sfor . Though it bring death , I'll read it : [ Exit . May it please your excellence to understand , that the very hour I wrote this , I heard a bold defiance delivered by a herald from the emperor , which was cheerfully received by the ...
... Sfor . Though it bring death , I'll read it : [ Exit . May it please your excellence to understand , that the very hour I wrote this , I heard a bold defiance delivered by a herald from the emperor , which was cheerfully received by the ...
Pagina 248
... Sfor . Ha ! -pardon me , Marcelia , I am troubled ; And stand uncertain , whether I am master Of aught that's worth the owning , Marc . I am yours , sir ; And I have heard you swear , I being safe , There was no loss could move you ...
... Sfor . Ha ! -pardon me , Marcelia , I am troubled ; And stand uncertain , whether I am master Of aught that's worth the owning , Marc . I am yours , sir ; And I have heard you swear , I being safe , There was no loss could move you ...
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The Plays of Philip Massinger: In Four Volumes, Volumul 1 Philip Massinger,William Gifford Vizualizare completă - 1813 |
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Pagina cxii - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pagina 29 - No, my dear lady, I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I 'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company...
Pagina cviii - And yet I found, What weak credulity could have no faith in, A treasure far exceeding these : here lay A manor bound fast in a skin of parchment, The wax continuing hard, the acres melting ; Here a sure deed of gift for a market-town, If not redeem'd this day, which is not in The unthrift's power : there being scarce one shire In Wales or England, where my monies are not Lent out at usury, the certain hook To draw in more.
Pagina cxiv - Here they, that never see themselves, but in The glass of servile flattery, might behold The weak foundation upon which they build Their trust in human frailty. Happy are those, That knowing, in their births, they are subject to Uncertain change, are still prepared, and arm'd For either fortune...
Pagina 263 - But when We enter towns by force, and carve ourselves Pleasure with pillage, and the richest wines Open our shrunk-up veins, and pour into them New blood and fervour Med.
Pagina cxiv - Humanity then lodged in the hearts of men, And thankful masters carefully provided For creatures wanting reason. The noble horse, That, in his fiery youth, from his wide nostrils Neigh'd courage to his rider, and brake through Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord Safe to triumphant victory ; old or wounded, Was set at liberty, and freed from service. The Athenian mules, that from the quarry urew Marble, hew'd for the temples of the gods.
Pagina xiii - In the large book of plays you late did print " In Beaumont and in Fletcher's name, why in't " Did you not justice, give to each his due ? " For Beaumont of those many, writ but few: " And Massinger in other few ; the main " Being sweet issues of sweet Fletcher's brain.
Pagina 109 - Being almost past through, in this last moment Destroy whate'er thou hast done good or great — Thy youth did promise much ; and, grown a man, Thou mad'st it good, and, with increase of years, Thy actions still better'd : as the sun, Thou did'st rise gloriously, kept'st a constant course In all thy journey ; and now, in the evening, When thou should'st pass with honour to thy rest, Wilt thou fall like a meteor ? Sap.
Pagina cvii - Hermes' moly, Sibylla's golden bough, the great elixir, Imagined only by the alchemist, Compared with thee are shadows, — thou the substance, And guardian of felicity ! No marvel My brother made thy place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever ! In by-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no...
Pagina 29 - Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father ; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do't ten times more.