The Works of John Webster, Volume 1

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W. Pickering, 1830 - English drama
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Page 267 - O, that it were possible we might But hold some two days' conference with the dead ! From them I should learn somewhat, I am sure, I never shall know here.
Page 284 - Tis a deed of darkness. [Exit. Bos. He's much distracted. Off, my painted honour ! While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again ? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe.
Page 185 - Then the law to him Is like a foul black cob-web to a spider, He makes it his dwelling and a prison To entangle those shall feed him.
Page 260 - s sad as one long used to 't, and she seems Rather to welcome the end of misery Than shun it; a behaviour so noble As gives a majesty to adversity: You may discern the shape of loveliness More perfect in her tears than in her smiles: She will muse four hours together; and her silence, Methinks, expresseth more than if she spake.
Page 198 - I thank you, gentle love: And 'cause you shall not come to me in debt, Being now my steward, here upon your lips I sign your Quietus est.
Page 262 - What witchcraft doth he practise, that he hath left A dead man's hand here ? [Here is discovered, behind a traverse, the artificial figures of Antonio and his children, appearing as if they were dead.
Page 307 - twas a pretty one. You may make it A huntsman, or a falconer, a musician, Or a thing of sorrow. ECHO. A thing of sorrow. ANT. Ay, sure, that suits it best.
Page 204 - Is a foul tetter, that runs All over a man's body : if simplicity Direct us to have no evil, It directs us to a happy being : for the subtlest folly Proceeds from the subtlest wisdom : Let me be simply honest. Ant. I do understand your inside. Bos. Do you so ? Ant. Because you would not seem to appear to th' world Puft up with your preferment, you continue This out-of-fashion melancholy : leave it, leave it.
Page 280 - Constantly. Bos. Do you not weep ! Other sins only speak, murder shrieks out, The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
Page 203 - One would suspect it for a shop of witchcraft, to find in it the fat of serpents, spawn of snakes, Jews' spittle, and their young children's ordure; and all these for the face. I would sooner eat a dead pigeon taken from the soles of the feet of one sick of the plague, than kiss one of you fasting. Here are two of you, whose sin of your youth is the very patrimony of the physician; makes him renew his foot-cloth with the spring, and change his high-priced courtesan with the fall of the leaf.

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