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The mightiest kings have had their minions; Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus, stern Achilles drooped. And not kings only, but the wisest men: The Roman Tully loved Octavius, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades.
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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.
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My father is deceast, come Gaveston,' And share the kingdom with thy deerest friend.' Ah words that make me surfet with delight: What greater blisse can hap to Gaveston, Then live and be the favorit of a king? Sweete prince I come, these these thy amorous lines, Might have enforst me to have swum from France, And like Leander gaspt upon the sande, So thou wouldst smile and take me in thy armes. The sight of London to my exiled eyes, Is as E..
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That like I best that flies beyond my reach. Set me to scale the high pyramids And thereon set the diadem of France; I'll either rend it with my nails to nought,
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Edward: Well Mortimer, ile make thee rue these words, Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king? Frownst thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster, The sworde shall plane the furrowes of thy browes, And hew these knees that now are growne so stiffe. I will have Gaveston, and you shall know, What danger tis to stand against your king. Gaveston: Well doone, Ned.
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FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd w..
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Heavens can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears that drizzle from mine eyes Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.
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YOUNGER MORTIMER: Fear'd am I more than lov'd; - let me be fear'd, And, when I frown, make all the court look pale.
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Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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FAUSTUS: Bell, book and candle, candle, book and bell, Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.
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All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command. Emperors and kings Are but obey'd in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man! A sound magician is a mighty god.
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BALDOCK: To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all; Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall.
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KING EDWARD: But what is he whom rule and empery Have not in life or death made miserable?
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I hold the Fates bound fast in iron chains, And with my hand turn Fortune's wheel about;
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Love is a golden bubble full of dreams, That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes. ---From "Hero and Leander, Sestiad III"
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Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die: Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,19 What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!
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The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.
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From jygging vaines of riming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay, Weele leade you to the stately tent of War: Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine, Threatning the world with high astounding tearms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword. View but his picture in this tragicke glasse, And then applaud his fortunes if you please.
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And from th' Antarctic Pole eastward behold As much more land, which never was descried, Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright As all the lamps that beautify the sky; And shall I die, and this unconquered?
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Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall.
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Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled.
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to BAJAZETH] Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will make you surfeit. So it would my lord, specially having so smal a walke, and so litle exercise.
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Wagner Doctor Faustus' student and servant: "Alas, poor slave! See how poverty jests in his nakedness. I know the villain's out of service, and so hungry that I know he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though it were blood raw." Robin a clown: "Not so, neither! I had need to have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear, I can tell you."
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YOUNGER MORTIMER: Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel There is a point, to which when men aspire, They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd, And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why shall I grieve at my declining fall? Farewell, fair queen. Weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
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BARABAS: Why, I esteem the injury far less, To take the lives of miserable men Than be the causers of their misery.
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BARABAS: For religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
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Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the fine..
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The God Thou servest is thine own appetite, wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub. To Him I'll build an altar and a church, and offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes.
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As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).
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Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771-72)
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A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health.
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BARABAS: As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls. Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinion'd along by my door. Being young, I studied physic, and began To practice first upon the Italian; There I enrich'd the priests with burials, And always kept the sexton's arms..
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TAMBURLAINE: Live still, my love, and so conserve my life, Or, dying, be the author of my death.
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Infinite riches in a little room
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FAUST: Ah, Faust, hai solo un'ora di vita, poi sarai dannato per sempre. Fermatevi sfere del cielo che eternamente ruotate, che il tempo finisca e mezzanotte non venga mai. Occhio lieto della natura, sorgi, sorgi di nuovo e fai un giorno eterno, o fai che un'ora duri un anno, un mese, una settimana, un giorno, che Faust possa pentirsi e salvare l'anima. "O lente lente currite noctis equi". Le stelle ruotano, il tempo corre, l'orologio suone..
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USUMCASANE: To be a king, is half to be a god.
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Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing? I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thou Or any man that breathes on earth.
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You sons of care, companions of my course!
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Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.
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What strange arts necessity finds out.
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Time passeth swift away;Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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