The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 9 |
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Pagina 18
... winds do shake the darling buds of May . ' The following beautiful lines in The Two Noble Kinsmen , probably written ... wind courts her gentily , How modestly she blows and paints the sun With her chaste blushes ? -when the north comes ...
... winds do shake the darling buds of May . ' The following beautiful lines in The Two Noble Kinsmen , probably written ... wind courts her gentily , How modestly she blows and paints the sun With her chaste blushes ? -when the north comes ...
Pagina 49
... winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails , To make your vessel nimble . Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I hope , the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return . Iach . Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd ...
... winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails , To make your vessel nimble . Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I hope , the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return . Iach . Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd ...
Pagina 64
... wind beat dark December , how , In this our pinching cave , shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing : We are beastly ; subtle as the fox , for prey ; Like warlike as the wolf , for what we eat : Our valour is ...
... wind beat dark December , how , In this our pinching cave , shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing : We are beastly ; subtle as the fox , for prey ; Like warlike as the wolf , for what we eat : Our valour is ...
Pagina 68
... winds , and doth belie All corners of the world : kings , queens , and states3 , Maids , matrons , nay , the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters .-- What cheer , madam ? Imo . False to his bed ! What is it , to be false ...
... winds , and doth belie All corners of the world : kings , queens , and states3 , Maids , matrons , nay , the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters .-- What cheer , madam ? Imo . False to his bed ! What is it , to be false ...
Pagina 74
... wind that kisses all it meets . " So in Sidney's Arcadia , lib . iii . And beautiful might have been if they had not suffered greedy Phœbus over often and hard to kisse them . ' 19 i . e . wherein you are accomplished . 20 As for your ...
... wind that kisses all it meets . " So in Sidney's Arcadia , lib . iii . And beautiful might have been if they had not suffered greedy Phœbus over often and hard to kisse them . ' 19 i . e . wherein you are accomplished . 20 As for your ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Pagina 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pagina 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Pagina 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pagina 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Pagina 433 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pagina 375 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Pagina 374 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Pagina 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Pagina 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Pagina 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?