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A. H. Bullen Absalon Ahimaas Alice Amnon Andrea arms Balthazar Bellimperia Bethsabe blood Bradshaw breast brother Cast Cheiny Clarke crown Cusay David death doth Duke earth Enter Erasto Eubulus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father favour fear Ferrex Ferryman Feversham give Gorboduc grace Greene grief hand Hangm hate hath heart heaven here's Hieronimo honour hope Horatio husband Israel Ithay Joab Jonadab knight of Rhodes land live lord the king Lorenzo Master Arden Master Franklin Michael mind Mistress Arden Mosbie's murder murder'd night noble Pedringano play Porrex Portingal pray prince realm revenge SCENE Semei Serberine Shakebag sirrah sith slain sons sorrow soul Spanish Tragedy stay Susan sweet sweet Alice sword tell Thamar thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thoughts thyself tragedy traitor unto Urias wretched Zounds
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Page 217 - The ugly fiends do sally forth of hell, And frame my steps to unfrequented paths, And fear my heart with fierce inflamed thoughts.
Page 270 - I'll lead Hieronimo where Orpheus plays, Adding sweet pleasure to eternal days. But say, Revenge, for thou must help, or none, Against the rest how shall my hate be shown? REVENGE This hand shall hale them down to deepest hell, Where none but Furies, bugs and tortures dwell.
Page 225 - Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own ; And do them justice, when unjustly we, For all our wrongs, can compass no redress. But shall I never live to see the day, That I may come...
Page 227 - Alas, sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I hope you will never grow so high while I am in the office. Fed. Sirrah, dost see yonder boy with the box in his hand?
Page 225 - By my bare honesty, here's nothing but the bare empty box : were it not sin against secrecy, I would say it were a piece of gentlemanlike knavery. I must go to Pedringano, and tell him his pardon is in this box; nay, I would have sworn it, had I not seen the contrary. I cannot choose but smile to think how the villain will flout the gallows, scorn the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence.
Page 242 - Ay, sir, no man did hold a son so dear. Hier. What, not as thine ? that's a lie, As massy as the earth : I had a son, Whose least unvalued hair did weigh A thousand of thy sons, and he was murder'd. Pain. Alas, sir, I had no more but he. Hier. Nor I, nor I ; but this same one of mine Was worth a legion.
Page 180 - And he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Page 268 - O, good words! As dear to me was my Horatio As yours, or yours, or yours, my lord, to you. My guiltless son was by Lorenzo slain, And by Lorenzo and that Balthazar Am I at last revenged thoroughly, Upon whose souls may heavens be yet aveng'd With greater far than these afflictions.