Women Beware Women : Femmes gare aux femmesEditions Kargo, 2004 - 273 Seiten Publiée en 1612, cette pièce de théâtre est une tragédie caractéristique de la démesure et du mélange des genres du théâtre élisabéthain. La pièce alterne la comédie et le drame selon les canons de l'esthétique de l'époque. Dans la Florence de François de Médicis, un simple bourgeois confie sa jeune épouse Bianca à sa mère pendant une absence professionnelle. A son retour Bianca a changé ... |
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best better BIANCA Oh blood bring brother comfort daughter death DUKE e'en Enter ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes FABRIZIO Faith fear femme fille find first Florence fool for't forsooth fortune friends Ganymed gentlewoman give good good cheer great GUARDIANO hand heart Hebe HIPPOLITO honour hope house husband Hymen ISABELLA j'ai Junon keep kiss know l'amour Lady Livia LÉANTIO En aparté leave little look LORD CARDINAL love lust madame made make mariage means MÈRE MESSENGER Methinks monsieur MOTHER my breast ne'er never nièce night nymph on't once peace péché pity poor pray Prithee PUPILLE seigneur show soon SORDIDO soul speak St Mark's stay strange sweet take talk thank there's thing think thou thought time Troth Twas twixt vais WARD wedlock wench What's whole widow wife woman women y'are y'have young
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Seite 128 - That quake at fall o' th' hammer, seeming to have A fellow-feeling with 't at every blow. What course shall I think on ? she frets me so *. [Exit. Enter LEANTIO. Lean. How near am I now to a happiness That earth exceeds not! not another like it: The treasures of the deep are not so precious, As are the conceal'd comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love.
Seite 178 - That's a hard measure : then what's marriage good for? Methinks, by right I should not now be living, And then 'twere all well. What a happiness Had I been made of, had I never seen her! For nothing makes man's loss grievous to him But knowledge of the worth of what he loses ; For what he never had, he never misses.
Seite 110 - Nor, great lord, Make me not bold with death and deeds of ruin, Because they fear not you ; me they must fright ; Then am I best in health : should thunder speak, And none regard it, it had lost the name, And were as good be still. I'm not like those That take their soundest sleeps in greatest tempests ; Then wake I most, the weather fearfullest, And call for strength to virtue.
Seite 100 - Ho! But they set us on; let us come off As well as we can, poor souls, men care no farther. I pray sit down forsooth, if you have the patience To look upon two weak and tedious gamesters.
Seite 212 - I'll imitate the pities of old surgeons To this lost limb, who, ere they show their art, Cast one asleep, then cut the diseased part...
Seite 128 - Is like a banqueting-house built in a garden, On which the spring's chaste flowers take delight To cast their modest odours; when base lust, With all her powders, paintings, and best pride, Is but a fair house built by a ditch-side.
Seite 242 - Vowed you then never to keep strumpet more, And are you now so swift in your desires To knit your honours and your life fast to her ? Is not sin sure enough to wretched man, But he must bind himself in chains to't ! worse...
Seite 244 - Sir, I have read you over all this while In silence, and I find great knowledge in you, And severe learning ; yet 'mongst all your virtues I see not charity written ; which some call The first-born of religion, and I wonder I cannot see't in yours: believe it, sir, There is no virtue can be sooner miss'd, Or later welcom'd ; it begins the rest, And sets 'em all in order*; Heaven and angels Take great delight in a converted sinner.
Seite 128 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. The violet bed's not sweeter.
Seite 20 - Kind mother, there is nothing can be wanting To her that does enjoy all her desires. Heaven send a quiet peace with this man's love, And I am as rich as virtue can be poor; Which were enough after the rate of mind, To erect temples for content plac'd here. I have forsook friends, fortunes, and my country, And hourly I rejoice in't.