The Spanish tragedy [by Thomas Kyd] The love of King David and fair Bethsabe [by George Peele] Soliman and Perseda. The tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex [by Thomas Norton
Printed at the Clarendon-Press, for S. Leacroft, London, 1773 - English drama
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Abſalon againſt Ambaſſador Ammon Balthazar Baſiliſco Becauſe Bel-imperia beſt Bethſabe blood breaſt Bruſor cauſe counſel courſe curſed Cuſay David death deſert didſt ditto doth eaſe Enter Eraftus Eraſus Eubulus Exeunt Exit fair falſe father Ferrex firſt Gorboduc grace hath heart heaven Hieronimo highneſs himſelf honour Horatio houſe Iſabella Iſrael Ithay joab juſt juſtice king laſt live lord Lorenzo loſs loſt Lucina marſhal maſter miſchief moſt murder muſt myſelf Pedringano Perſeda Piffon Piſion pleaſure Porrex Portingale preſent prince priſoner reſt revenge Rhodes ſaid ſake ſame ſave ſaw ſay ſea ſecret ſee ſeek ſeem ſeen ſend ſervant ſerve ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſlain ſoldiers Soliman ſome ſon ſorrow ſort ſoul ſound ſovereign ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtrength ſuch ſure ſweet ſword thee theſe thine thoſe thou haſt thou ſhalt thouſand thy ſon thyſelf treaſon unto Urias uſe Viceroy Whoſe wiſe
Page 28 - Both well, and ill : it makes me glad and sad : Glad, that I know the hinderer of my love, Sad, that I fear she hates me whom I love. Glad, that I know on whom to be reveng'd, Sad, that she'll fly me if I take revenge.
Page 31 - But such a war as breaks no bond of peace. Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words; Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss: Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war.
Page 84 - I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders : but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.
Page 80 - She should have shone : search thou the book ! Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind...
Page 128 - Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe, And brings my longings tangled in her hair. To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower. Seated in hearing of a hundred streams...
Page 72 - What is there yet in a son? He must be fed, be taught to go, and speak. Ay, or yet? Why might not a man love a calf as well? Or melt in passion o'er a frisking kid, as for a son?
Page 18 - Which paunch'd his horse, and ding'd him to the ground. Then young Don Balthazar with ruthless rage, Taking advantage of his foe's distress, Did finish what his halberdiers begun, And left not, till Andrea's life was done.
Page 86 - There is not any advocate in Spain That can prevail, or will take half the pain That he will, in pursuit of equity.
Page 116 - 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 avenged With greater far than these afflictions.
Page 117 - twas so — 'twas I that killed him ; Look you — this same hand was it that stabb'd His heart — do you see this hand ? For one Horatio, if you ever knew him — A youth, one that they hang'd up in his father's garden — One that did force your valiant son to yield,"] &Q.