Catiline [1611] / Ben Jonson
| dc.contributor | Craig, Hugh Department of English University of Newcastle 2308 Newcastle, N.S.W. |
| dc.contributor.author | Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:54:27Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:54:27Z |
| dc.date.created | 1611 |
| dc.date.issued | 1991-04-12 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1435 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1435 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1435 |
| dc.description.abstract | Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. -- Catiline [1611] -- s.l. : s.n., s.d. -- Short Title Catalogue 14759 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 234 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Oxford Text Archive |
| dc.rights.uri | https://ota.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/repository/xmlui/page/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English drama -- 17th century |
| dc.subject.other | Plays |
| dc.title | Catiline [1611] / Ben Jonson |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 243515 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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001:01;007[W ]| Do'st thou not feele me, Rome? Not yet? Is night
001:01;007[W ]| so$5@1$ heauy on$4$ thee, and my weight so$5@1$ light?
001:01;007[W ]| Can Sylla's Ghost arise within thy walles,
001:01;007[W ]| Lesse threatning, then an earth-quake, the quicke falles
001:01;007[W ]| Of thee, and thine? shake not the frighted heads
001:01;007[W ]| Of thy steepe towers? or shrinke to$4$ their first beds?
001:01;007[W ]| Or, as their ruine the large Tyber fils,
001:01;007[W ]| Make that$6@2$ swell up$5$, and drowne thy seuen proud hils?
001:01;007[W ]| What sleape is this doth seize thee, so$5@1$ like$4$ death,
001:01;007[W ]| and is not it$6@1$? Wake, feele her$6$, in$4$ my breath.
001:01;007[W ]| Behold, I come, sent from the Stygian Sound,
001:01;007[W ]| As a dire Vapor, that$6@1$ had cleft the ground,
001:01;007[W ]| To$9$ ingender with the night, and blast the day;
001:01;007[W ]| Or like$4$ a Pestilence, that$6@1$ should display
001:01;007[W ]| . . .
