The War of the Theatres

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Ginn, 1897 - 168 頁
"This monograph contains some results of the study of a group of Elizabethan plays, closely related to each other because all connected with the quarrel of Jonson and Marston."--Preface.

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第 15 頁 - He rather prays you will be pleased to see One such, today, as other plays should be; Where neither chorus wafts you o'er the seas, Nor creaking throne comes down the boys to please, Nor nimble squib is seen to make afeard The gentlewomen, nor rolled bullet heard To say it thunders, nor tempestuous drum Rumbles to tell you when the storm doth come...
第 23 頁 - A fond opinion, that he cannot err. Myself was once a student; and, indeed, Fed with the self-same humour, he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle poetry, That fruitless, and unprofitable art, [Good unto none, but least to the professors,] Which, then, I thought the mistress of all knowledge: But since, time, and the truth have waked my judgement, And reason taught me better to distinguish, The vain, from th
第 15 頁 - As he dare serve th' ill customs of the age, Or purchase your delight at such a rate, As for it he himself must justly hate; — To make a child, now swaddled, to proceed Man, and then shoot up, in one beard and...
第 25 頁 - You should have some now would take this Master Mathew to be a gentleman, at the least. His father's an honest man, a worshipful fishmonger, and so forth ; and now does he creep and wriggle into acquaintance with all the brave gallants about the town, such as my guest is (oh, my guest is a fine man !), and they flout him invincibly.
第 26 頁 - I am melancholy myself, diver times, sir, and then do I no more but take pen and paper, presently, and overflow you half a score, or a dozen of sonnets at a sitting.
第 145 頁 - O that Ben Jonson is a pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving the Poets a pill, but our fellow Shakespeare hath given him a purge that made him beray his credit.
第 58 頁 - Now, gentlemen, I go To turn an actor and a humorist, Where, ere I do resume my present person, We hope to make the circles of your eyes Flow with distilled laughter : if we fail, We must impute it to this only chance, Art hath an enemy called ignorance.2 {Exit.
第 104 頁 - Or itch t have me their adversary, I know not, Or all these mixt; but sure I am, three years They did provoke me with their petulant styles On every stage: and I at last unwilling, But weary, I confess, of so much trouble, Thought I would try if shame could win upon 'em...
第 15 頁 - Past threescore years ; or with three rusty swords, And help of some few foot and half-foot words, Fight over York and Lancaster's long jars, And in the tyring house bring wounds to scars. He rather prays you will be pleased to see One such today as other plays should be ; Where neither chorus wafts you o'er the seas...
第 25 頁 - O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs, Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds!