Old English Drama: A Selection of Plays from the Old English Dramatists, Nide 2Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1825 |
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Acha Achates Admetus Ador Adorni Æneas Albertus Amaryllis Anna APULEIUS arms Ascanius Astioche beauty blest blood Bonivet brave breast call'd Carthage Ceres Chri Chrisea Clown command Corim Corimba Cupid dare dear death Dido Dido's Doria doth earth Egers Emilia Eneas Enter Eurione exeunt exit eyes fair farewell father fear Fran FRANGIPAN Ganymede gentle gods grief hand hast hath heart heaven hell HENRY GLAPTHORNE honour Iarbas Ilioneus Jove Juno king kiss LACTANTIO lady live look lord love's Madam Matthias Gallas Midas mother ne'er noble Petrea Phoebus pity play Priam Proserpine Psyche queen SCENE SERGESTUS shew sister soul speak stay Swain sweet tears tell thee there's THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS NASH thou art thoughts Troy twas twixt unto Venus vex'd virgin Vitelli Wallenstein wilt Zephyrus
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Sivu 28 - here. Achates, thou shalt be so meanly clad, As sea-born nymphs shall swarm about thy ships, And wanton mermaids court thee with sweet songs, Flinging in favours of more sovereign worth Than Thetis hangs about Apollo's neck, So that ^Eneas may but stay with me. jEn. Wherefore would Dido have ^Eneas stay ? Dido. To
Sivu ix - was he, and that way He went, since that his being, to this day, Few have attempted ; and I surely think Those words shall hardly be set down in ink, Shall scorch and blast, so as his could, when he Would inflict vengeance." And in the play of The Return from
Sivu 20 - her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air, Which sent an echo to the wounded king: Whereat, he lifted up his bed-rid limbs, And would have grappled with Achilles' son, Forgetting both his want of strength and hands ; Which he, disdaining, whisk'd his sword about, And with the wound thereof the king fell down
Sivu 19 - Yet who so wretched but desires to live ? O, let me live, great Neoptolemus!" Not mov'd at all, but smiling at his tears, This butcher, whilst his hands were yet held up, Treading upon his breast, struck off his hands. Dido. O end,
Sivu 37 - What ails my queen ? Is she fall'n sick of late ? Dido. Not sick, my love, but sick : I must conceal The torment that it boots me not reveal; And yet I'll speak, and yet I'll hold my peace: Do shame her worst, I will disclose my grief: ^Eneas, thou art
Sivu vi - Subject, to all possible sources of information. " To give content to this most curious age, The gods themselves we've brought down to the stage, And figur'd them in planets; made even hell Deliver up the furies, by no spell, {Saving the muse's rapture :) further, we Have
Sivu 2 - cut the thread of time : Why, are not all the gods at thy command, And heaven and earth the bounds of thy delight ? Vulcan shall dance to make thee laughing sport, And my nine daughters sing when thou art sad; From Juno's bird I'll pluck her spotted pride,
Sivu 38 - not -Eneas, be thou call'd; The King of Carthage, not Anchises' son. Hold; take these jewels at thy lover's hand, These golden bracelets, and this wedding ring, Wherewith my husband woo'd me yet a maid, And be thou king of Lybia by my gift. {exeunt to the cave. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter ACHATES, CUPID
Sivu vi - Which we have not given feet to; nay, 'tis known That when our chronicles have barren grown Of story, we have all invention stretch'd, Div'd low as to the centre, and then reach'd Unto the primum mobile above : Nor 'scap'd things intermediate.