The Dramatic Works of Christopher Marlowe: (Selected.) With a Prefatory Notice, Biographical and Critical

W. Scott, 1885 - 209 頁

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第 xxix 頁 - Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it .flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
第 xxxi 頁 - Agrippa was, Whose shadow made all Europe honour him. VALD. : Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our experience, Shall make all nations to canonise us. As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords, So shall the spirits of every element Be always serviceable to us three ; Like lions shall they guard us when we please ; Like Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves. Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides...
第 18 頁 - I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please. Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows...
第 xxix 頁 - May serve in peril of calamity To ransom great kings from captivity. This is the ware wherein consists my wealth; And thus methinks should men of judgment frame Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade, And as their wealth increaseth, so inclose Infinite riches in a little room.
第 xxx 頁 - But ruminates on necromantic skill. Philosophy is odious and obscure ; Both law and physic are for petty wits ; Divinity is basest of the three, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile : 'Tis magic, magic, that hath ravish'd me.
第 44 頁 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun ; Let never silent night possess this clime : Stand still you watches...
第 xxix 頁 - Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, That trade in metal of the purest mould ; The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks Without control can pick his riches up, And in his house heap pearl like...
第 46 頁 - Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were used, For she relents at this your misery: And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state? » Edw. Weep'st thou already? list awhile to me. And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus.
第 xiii 頁 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness.
第 49 頁 - Which, lightened by her neck, like diamonds shone. She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind Would burn or parch her hands, but, to her mind, Or warm or cool them, for they took delight To play upon those hands, they were so white.