The Old English Drama: Love's mistress; or, The queen's masque, by T. HeywoodHurst, Robinson, 1825 - English drama |
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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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Page 16 - ... 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...
Page 22 - I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair ; His glist'ring eyes shall be my looking-glass, His lips an altar, where I'll offer up As many kisses as the sea hath sands. Instead of music I will hear him speak,. — His looks shall be my only library...
Page iii - ... cause none more virtuous, witty or learned than thyself. But thou art dead in thy grave, and hast left too few successors of thy glory, too few to cherish the sons of the Muses, or water those budding hopes with their plenty, which thy bounty erst planted.
Page vii - True it is that my plays are not exposed unto the world in volumes, to bear the title of works (as others...
Page 15 - Ran in the thickest throngs, and with this sword Sent many of their savage ghosts to hell. At last came Pyrrhus, fell and full of ire, His harness dropping blood, and on his spear The mangled head of Priam's youngest son...
Page 14 - Young infants swimming in their parents' blood, Headless carcasses piled up in heaps, Virgins half-dead, dragg'd by their golden hair, And with main force flung on a ring of pikes, Old men with swords thrust through their aged sides, Kneeling for mercy to a Greekish lad, Who with steel pole-axes dash'd out their brains.
Page vi - looke and you shall find a grey haire for everie line I have writ against him ; and you shall have all his beard white too, by the time he hath read over this book.
Page vi - As well in opening each hid manuscript As tracts more vulgar, whether read or sung, In our domestic, or more foreign, tongue, Of fairy elves, nymphs of the sea and land, The lawns and groves. No number can be scann'd Which we have not given feet to.
Page 4 - I neither saw nor heard of any such. But what may I, fair virgin, call your name, Whose looks set forth no mortal form to view, Nor speech bewrays aught human in thy birth] Thou art a goddess that delud'st our eyes.