We have heard much of ‘Marlowe’s mighty line,’ and this play furnishes frequent instances of it. There are a number of single lines that seem struck out in the heat of a glowing fancy, and leave a track of golden fire behind them. The following are a few that might be given.
‘I know he is not dead; I know proud death
Durst not behold such sacred majesty.’
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‘Hang both your greedy ears upon my lips,
Let them devour my speech, suck in my breath.’
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——‘From discontent grows treason,
And on the stalk of treason, death.’
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