The Works of Thomas Middleton, Now First Collected, Volume 3

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Page 317 - Anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations . They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. - Except Hecate, they have no names; which heightens their mysteriousness . The names, and some of the properties, which Middleton has given to his Hags, excite smiles. The Weird Sisters are serious things. Their presence cannot...
Page 317 - Black spirits, and white ; red spirits, and gray ; Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may. Titty, Tiffin, keep it stiff in ; Firedrake, Puckey, make it lucky ; Liard, Robin, you must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about j All ill come running in ; all good keep out ! ist Witch.
Page 101 - There are of madmen, as there are of tame, All humour'd not alike : we have here some So apish and fantastic, play with a feather ; And, though 'twould grieve a soul to see God's image So blemish'd and defac'd, yet do they act Such antic and such pretty lunacies, That, spite of sorrow, they will make you smile : Others again we have like hungry lions, Fierce as wild bulls, untameable as flies...
Page 317 - Black spirits and white ; red spirits and gray ; Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may. • Titty, tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky ; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about ; All ill come running in ; all good keep out ! 1st Witch.
Page 34 - Plague him ; set him beneath the salt, and let him not touch a bit, till every one has had his full cut.
Page 294 - FIRE. Nineteen, and all brave plump ones, Besides six lizards and three serpentine eggs. HEC. Dear and sweet boy ! what herbs hast thou?
Page 296 - noint, and then I mount. [A Spirit like a cat descends. [Voice above.] There's one comes down to fetch his dues, A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood ; And why thou stay'st so long I muse, I muse, Since the air's so sweet and good.
Page 44 - Methinks a toad is happier than a whore ; That with one poison swells, with thousands more The other stocks her veins. Harlot ? fie, fie ! You are the miserablest creatures breathing, The very slaves 'of nature ; mark me else : You put on rich attires, others...
Page 470 - But as I put thee up, I must proclaim This Captain here, both to his friends and mine, That only came to see fair valour righted, A base submissive Coward : so I leave him.
Page 297 - mongst troops of spirits : No ring of bells to our ears sounds, No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds ; No, not the noise of water's breach, Or cannon's throat our height can reach. [Above.\ No ring of bells, &c. Fire. Well, mother, I thank your kindness ; you must be Gambolling i' th' air, and leave me to walk here like a fool and a mortal.

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