The Works of John Webster: Now First Collected, with Some Account of the Author, and Notes, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1830 |
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ANGIO Appius and Virginia ARIO ARIOSTO ARUN Arundel blood BRETT camp CAPUCHIN cause CLAUD CLOWN Contarino CONTIL CORB counsel court CRIS Crispiano daughter dead death Decemviri devil doth ducats Enter entreat ERCO Ercole Exeunt Exit fair father fear friends gentleman give gods GUILD Guildford Guildford Dudley hand hast hath hear heart heaven here's honour i'th ICIL Icilius in't JANE John Webster Jolenta king lady leave LEON LEONORA LICT Lictors live look Lord Appius lordship MARCUS CLAUDIUS marry MARY Minutius mistress mother never noble NORF NUMITORIUS NURSE old copy OMNES pardon poison'd poor pray queen Rome Romelio shew Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Wyatt Sirrah slave SOLD soldiers soul speak stand strange SUFF Suffolk thee thou traitor twill unto VIRGINIUS What's whither woman worthy WYATT
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Page 7 - A great part of the grace of this, I confess, lay in action ; yet can no action ever be gracious, where the decency of the language, and ingenious structure of the scene, arrive not to make up a perfect harmony.
Page 216 - That makes thee wretched. Old man, I am sorry for thee that thy love By custom is grown natural, which by nature Should be an absolute...
Page 146 - I'll know you But only by your virtue : brother or father, In dishonest suit, shall be to me As is the branded slave. Justice should have No kindred, friends, nor foes, nor hate, nor love ; As free from passion as the gods above. I was your friend and kinsman, now your judge ; And whilst I hold the scales, a downy feather Shall as soon turn them as a mass of pearl, Or diamonds. MAR. CLAUD. (Aside.) Excellent, excellent lapwing! There's other stuff clos'd in that subtle breast : He sings and beats...
Page 12 - There is then a heavenly beauty in 't, the soul Moves in the superficies. Honorable Employment. Oh, my lord, lie not idle: The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Is never to be out of action. We should think; The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many rare and curious pieces Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds: In the trenches for the soldier ; in the wakeful study For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea For men of our profession : of...
Page 127 - All the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying : These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time. Survey our progress from our birth ; We are set, we grow, we turn to earth Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites. Sweetest breath and clearest eye (Like perfumes) go out and die; And consequently this is done, As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but...
Page 254 - I'll damn * my soul for no man, no, for no man. Who at doomsday must answer for my sin ? Not you, nor you, my lords. Who nam'd Queen Jane, in noble Henry's days, Which of you all durst once displace his issue ? My lords, my lords, you whet your knives so sharp To carve your meat, that they will cut your fingers : The strength is weakness that you build upon. The king is sick, — God mend him, ay, God mend him! — * damn.'] The old copy,
Page 43 - For that, let me embrace you. Con. Methinks, being an Italian, I trust you To come somewhat too near me: But your jealousy gave that embrace, to try If I were arm'd ; did it not ? Ere.
Page 308 - One of the seven was wont to say, that laws were like cobwebs, where the small flies were caught, and the great brake through...
Page 52 - O, look the last act be the best i'th' play, And then rest, gentle bones : yet pray, That when by the precise you are view'd, A superscdeas be not sued, To remove you to a place more airy, That in your stead they may keep chary Stock-fish, or sea-coal, for the abuses Of sacrilege have turn'd graves to...
Page 313 - We are beholding unto such beholders. The time was, lords, when you did flock amain To see her crown'd, but now to kill my Jane. The world like to a sickle bends itself : Men run their course of lives as in a maze : Our office is to die, yours but to gaze.