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Página 183
And, like a lion, whom no arts can tame, Shall tear even those, who would my
rage reclaim. [Exeunt severally. [ZULEMA and HAMET watch Almanzor ; and
when he is gone, go in after the Queen. Enter Abdelmelech and Lyndaraxa.
Lyndar.
And, like a lion, whom no arts can tame, Shall tear even those, who would my
rage reclaim. [Exeunt severally. [ZULEMA and HAMET watch Almanzor ; and
when he is gone, go in after the Queen. Enter Abdelmelech and Lyndaraxa.
Lyndar.
Página 317
Dor. What, lie with a boy ? For my part, I own it, I cannot endure to lie with a boy.
Pala. The more's my sorrow, I cannot accommodate you with a better bed-fellow.
Mel. Let me die, if I enter into a pair of sheets with him that hates the French. Dor.
Dor. What, lie with a boy ? For my part, I own it, I cannot endure to lie with a boy.
Pala. The more's my sorrow, I cannot accommodate you with a better bed-fellow.
Mel. Let me die, if I enter into a pair of sheets with him that hates the French. Dor.
Página 321
Enter EUBULUS. , Eubulus, a guard prepare ; Here, I commit this prisoner to your
care. [Kisses PALMYRA'S hand, then gives it to Eubulus. Palm. Leonidas, I never
thought these bands Could e'er be given me by a lover's hands. Leon. Palmyra ...
Enter EUBULUS. , Eubulus, a guard prepare ; Here, I commit this prisoner to your
care. [Kisses PALMYRA'S hand, then gives it to Eubulus. Palm. Leonidas, I never
thought these bands Could e'er be given me by a lover's hands. Leon. Palmyra ...
Página 392
Nay, if she be a fruit-woman, my nieces shall not enter her doors. Ben. You had
best let them enter, you do not know how they may fructify in her house : For I
heard her, with these ears, whisper to them, that their friends were within call. Mar
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Nay, if she be a fruit-woman, my nieces shall not enter her doors. Ben. You had
best let them enter, you do not know how they may fructify in her house : For I
heard her, with these ears, whisper to them, that their friends were within call. Mar
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Página 441
I think there's a devil in every comer. i Enter VALERIC. Val. Sir, the design was
laid on purpose for you, and all the women placed to cry. Make haste away ;
avoid the shame, for heaven's sake. Duke, [going.] O, I could fire this monastery!
Enter ...
I think there's a devil in every comer. i Enter VALERIC. Val. Sir, the design was
laid on purpose for you, and all the women placed to cry. Make haste away ;
avoid the shame, for heaven's sake. Duke, [going.] O, I could fire this monastery!
Enter ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abdal Abdalla Abdelm Abdelmelech Aben ABENAMAR Abencerrages Almah Almahide Almanz Almanzor Amal Amalthea Arcos Arga Asca Ascanio Aurelian beauty Benito Benz Benzayda betwixt Boab brave Camillo command confess Conquest of Granada court crown dare dear death Doralice Dryden Duke Duke of ARCOS Duke of Mantua Enter Eubulus Exeunt Exit fate father favour fear fortune Fred give Granada Guards HAMET hand happy haste hear heart heaven honour hope king lady Laura leave Leon Leonidas live look lover Lucretia Lyndar Lyndaraxa madam MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE married Melantha methinks mistress never night Ozmyn Pala Palamede Palm Palmyra pity play poet Poly prince queen revenge Rhodophil SCENE Selin shew soul speak stay sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thought twas Violetta virtue wife words Zegrys ZULEMA
Pasajes populares
Página 40 - But know, that I alone am king of me. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Página 113 - As scriv'ners draw away the bankers' trade. Howe'er, the poet 's safe enough to-day, They cannot censure an unfinish'd play. But, as when vizard-mask appears in pit, Straight every man who thinks himself a wit Perks up, and, managing his comb with grace, With his white wig sets off his nut-brown face...
Página 5 - If from thy hands alone my death can be, I am immortal, and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never pull it down.
Página 227 - The desire of imitating so great a pattern, first awakened the dull and heavy spirits of the English from their natural reservedness ; loosened them from their stiff forms of conversation ; and made them easy and pliant to each other in discourse.
Página 222 - He is the very Janus of poets ; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
Página 215 - Witness the lameness of their plots ; many of which, especially those which they writ first (for even that age refined itself in some measure), were made up of some ridiculous incoherent story, which in one play many times took up the business of an age.
Página 59 - ... less." In return for such proofs of tenderness as these, her admirer consents to murder his two sons and a benefactor to whom he feels the warmest gratitude. Lyndaraxa, in the Conquest of Granada, assumes the same lofty tone with Abdelmelech.
Página 16 - You have lost that which you call natural, and have not acquired the last perfection of art.
Página 234 - ... the ground, as if she were sinking under the conscious load of her own attractions ; then launches into a flood of fine language and compliment, still playing her chest forward in fifty falls and risings, like a swan upon waving water ; and, to complete her impertinence, she is so rapidly fond of her own wit, that she will not give her lover leave to praise it : silent, assenting bows, and vain endeavours to speak, are all the share of the conversation he is admitted to, which, at last, he is...
Página 120 - Love's an heroic passion, which can find No room in any base degenerate mind : It kindles all the soul with honour's fire, To make the lover worthy his desire.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ... Volumen 4 de The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected, John Dryden |
| Autores | John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott |
| Editor | W. Miller, 1808 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Nov 2006 |
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