Old English Drama, Select Plays; Marlowe: Tragical History of Dr. Faustus. Greene: Honourable History of Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Paperback)
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Old English Drama, Select Plays; Marlowe: Tragical History of Dr. Faustus. Greene: Honourable History of Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Paperback) (2013)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781130738018 bzw. 1130738019, in Englisch, Rarebooksclub.com, United States, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: . marry her and thee.-- How say st thou, Keeper? art thou glad of this? Keep. As if the English king had given The park and deer of Fressingfield to me. Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art thou in a brown study? 10I War. To see the nature of women; that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a man s arms. Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one of my master s devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose? Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast? We have hied And posted all this night to Fressingfield. I05 Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles of a deer, Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Lag/. And not a bottle of wine? Mar. We ll find one for my lord. no Lacy. Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have more, For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. Exeunt. SCENE XV. Friar Bacon s cell. Enter a Devil. Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish sprites, When every charmer with his magic spells Calls us from nine-fold-trenched Phlegethon, To scud and over-scour the earth in post Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds! 5 Now Bacon hath rais d me from the darkest deep, To search about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones For careless watching of his Brazen Head. See Where he comes: 0, he is mine. 10 Enter M1LES in a gown and a corner-cap. Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when l was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg s full of oatmeal: thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunt.
Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: . marry her and thee.-- How say st thou, Keeper? art thou glad of this? Keep. As if the English king had given The park and deer of Fressingfield to me. Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art thou in a brown study? 10I War. To see the nature of women; that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a man s arms. Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one of my master s devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose? Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast? We have hied And posted all this night to Fressingfield. I05 Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles of a deer, Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Lag/. And not a bottle of wine? Mar. We ll find one for my lord. no Lacy. Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have more, For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. Exeunt. SCENE XV. Friar Bacon s cell. Enter a Devil. Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish sprites, When every charmer with his magic spells Calls us from nine-fold-trenched Phlegethon, To scud and over-scour the earth in post Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds! 5 Now Bacon hath rais d me from the darkest deep, To search about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones For careless watching of his Brazen Head. See Where he comes: 0, he is mine. 10 Enter M1LES in a gown and a corner-cap. Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when l was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg s full of oatmeal: thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunt.
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Old English Drama, Select Plays Marlowe Tragical History of Dr. Faustus. Greene Honourable History of Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (1887)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781130738018 bzw. 1130738019, in Englisch, RareBooksClub, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 154 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: . . . marry her and thee. -- How sayst thou, Keeper art thou glad of this Keep. As if the English king had given The park and deer of Fressingfield to me. Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art thou in a brown study 10I War. To see the nature of women; that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a mans arms. Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one of my masters devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast We have hied And posted all this night to Fressingfield. I05 Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles of a deer, Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Lag. And not a bottle of wine Mar. We ll find one for my lord. no Lacy. Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have more, For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. Exeunt. SCENE XV. Friar Bacons cell. Enter a Devil. Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish sprites, When every charmer with his magic spells Calls us from nine-fold-trenchd Phlegethon, To scud and over-scour the earth in post Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds! 5 Now Bacon hath raisd me from the darkest deep, To search about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones For careless watching of his Brazen Head. See Where he comes: 0, he is mine. 10 Enter M1LES in a gown and a corner-cap. Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when l was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg s full of oatmeal: thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunt. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
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RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 154 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: . . . marry her and thee. -- How sayst thou, Keeper art thou glad of this Keep. As if the English king had given The park and deer of Fressingfield to me. Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art thou in a brown study 10I War. To see the nature of women; that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a mans arms. Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one of my masters devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast We have hied And posted all this night to Fressingfield. I05 Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles of a deer, Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Lag. And not a bottle of wine Mar. We ll find one for my lord. no Lacy. Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have more, For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. Exeunt. SCENE XV. Friar Bacons cell. Enter a Devil. Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish sprites, When every charmer with his magic spells Calls us from nine-fold-trenchd Phlegethon, To scud and over-scour the earth in post Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds! 5 Now Bacon hath raisd me from the darkest deep, To search about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones For careless watching of his Brazen Head. See Where he comes: 0, he is mine. 10 Enter M1LES in a gown and a corner-cap. Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when l was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg s full of oatmeal: thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunt. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
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