William Shakespeare, Pedagogue & Poacher: A Drama

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J. Lane, 1904 - 111 pages
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Page 71 - My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred : And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it ! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance.
Page 5 - According to this authority the future great dramatist was "much given to all unluckiness in stealing venison and rabbits, particularly from Sir Thomas Lucy, who had him oft whipped and sometimes imprisoned, and at last made him fly his native county to his great advancement...
Page 60 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page 92 - ... shepherd Have shared it among all, what ravages Of devastation he had spared the world! Trojaque nunc stares, Priamique arx alta maneres. What Paris might not do, Sir Thomas may: And being, like him, confronted with the charms Of three most beauteous competitors, Banishment, flagellation, durrance vile, And not like him, corrupted with a bribe, Or violently in my proper person Enamoured of their most divine embraces, I do award the apple unto all. That is to say, Shakespeare shall first be whipped,...
Page 46 - I will eternise him, Blazoning his beauty forth, his name concealing To set the wide world wondering who he was, And sharp debate shall drain the inky stands Of sage and scholar labouring to divine If worth it was of his, or wit of mine.
Page 100 - My zeal, and haply countermine the workings Of burrowing Intrigue, my credit sapping, Perform in person. Take immediate leave Of mates and kindred, and away with me. SHAKESPEARE. Sir Thomas, I will stand your friend at Court: On two conditions, one that presently You do unclose the path you stopped last Christmas : Next, that although the noble Earl of Leicester Your sentence doth annul, yet, by his favour, Two parts revoked, you amplify the third, And banish me from Stratford for ten years. LEICESTER....
Page 93 - SIR THOMAS LUCY. Relieve our presence of the knave's pollution. THE CONSTABLE. Sir Thomas, I 'm afeard to touch the man. Thou heardest? he hath a familiar spirit, Perchance an impish sootikin, but haply Tail-switching Lucifer, Hell's emperor. SHAKESPEARE. Aye, man, I hold in fee ten thousand spirits, And more can summon from the vasty deep, Who at my word shall seize thy knight and thee, And set bemocked upon the public stage, Stuff for the humorous world's derision. THE CONSTABLE. What did I tell...
Page 88 - A good youth were he, were he not a poet, And were we not too nearly of an age, As to the Court is plainly visible.
Page 103 - Whom deaths of lovers slain most treacherouslyImpel to hurl the Dons to Devildom; Dicer and cut-purse, page, groom, beggar, minstrel; Courtesans, fortune-tellers, desperadoes; Armourers and devisers of strange engines; And knights too corpulent to fight or fly. And other matter shall thou find, arrays Of marching hosts, pent cities, trenched leaguers, Sallies, alarms, encounters, skirmishes, Duels and deaths, and, chief of all, examples Most noble, in whose brightness thou may'st sit, And as an eagle...
Page 86 - The letter of the law at all, indulgenceTrust me, Sir Thomas, such slight condescensions Would make thee, in thy sphere, as England's Queen, Whose throne is builded on her people's hearts. Now, did I tell this populace I took Thy deer for public cause, they would acclaim me, Shakespeare, the Robin Hood of Warwickshire. I shall not tell them, 'twere but half the truth. I am the people's poet, not their tribune. Sport pointed me the way with beechen spear, And Youth, too young to know what conscience...

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