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An interesting but by no means essential play performed (probably for it’s one and only time) in front of Queen Elizabeth I in 1588 at Greenwich. The sources for the play were Geoffrey of Monmouths ... Les hele vurderingen
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Side 51 - That n'er yet waged warres ; that 's yet to learne To give the charge : yea, let that Princocke come. With sodaine souldiers pamper'd up in peace, And gowned troupes and wantons worne with ease ; With sluggish Saxons crewe, and Irish kernes And Scottish aide, and false redshanked Picts' — is extremely spirited, and contrasts powerfully with the subdued melancholy of the King's previous speeches.
Side 10 - Whiles they went masking about the stage, there came from another place three nuns, which walked by themselves. Then after a full sight given to the beholders, they all parted, the furies to Mordred's house, the nuns to the cloister. By the first fury with the snake and cup was signified the banquet of Uther Pendragon, and afterward his death, which insued by the poysoned cup.
Side 45 - Mordreds crimes have wrongd the lawes In so extreame a sort, as is too strange, Let right and justice rule with rigours aide, And worke his wracke at length, although too late ; That damning lawes, so damned by the lawes, Hee may receive his deepe deserved doome.
Side 27 - These orderly, one after another, offered these presents to the king, who scornfully refused : a second after which there came a man bareheaded, with long black shagged hair down to his shoulders, apparelled with an Irish jacket and shirt, having an Irish dagger by his side, and a dart in his hand.
Side 16 - Come, spiteful fiends, come, heaps of furies fell, Not one by one, but all at once! my breast Raves not enough: it likes me to be fill'd With greater monsters yet.
Side 4 - The substance of the story is to be found in the Morte Arthur. The action is one, but the unities of time and place are disregarded ; and although the tragedy in many respects is conducted upon the plan of the ancients, there are in it evident approaches to the irregularity of our romantic drama. It forms a sort of connecting link between such pieces of unimpassioned formality as Ferrex and Porrei, and rule-rejecting historical plays, as Shakespeare found them and left them.
Side 4 - The mere rarity of this unique drama would not have recommended it to our notice; but it is not likely that such a man as Bacon would have lent his aid to the production of a piece which was not intrinsically good, and unless we much mistake, there is a richer and a nobler vein of poetry running through it than is to be found in any previous work of the kind.
Side 26 - In Rome the gaping gulfe would not decrease, Till Curtius corse had closde her yawning jawes : In Theb's the rotte and murreine would not cease, Till Laius broode had paide for breach of lawes : In Brytain warres and discord will not stent, Till Uther's line and offspring quite be spent.
Side 5 - gainst such as wrongfully witheld The service by choice wits to Muses due, In humbliest wise these Captives we present. And least your highnes might suspect the gift, As spoile of warre that justice might impeach, Heare and discerne how just our quarrell was, Avowed* (as you see) by good successe. A dame there is, whom men Astrea terme, Shee that pronounceth oracles of lawes, Who to prepare fit servants for her traine, As by commission, takes up flowring wits, Whom first she schooleth to forget and...