The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volume 4H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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Pagina 3
... better than be thus near and familiarly allied to the time . " STEEVENS . I fuppofe this comedy to have been written in 1614. If however the foregoing paffage was levelled at Twelfth - Night , my fpeculation falls to the ground . See An ...
... better than be thus near and familiarly allied to the time . " STEEVENS . I fuppofe this comedy to have been written in 1614. If however the foregoing paffage was levelled at Twelfth - Night , my fpeculation falls to the ground . See An ...
Pagina 11
... better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , fir . Sir And . Good Mrs. Mary Accost , - Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft , is , front her , board her , woo her , affail her . Sir And . By my troth , I would not undertake her in ...
... better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , fir . Sir And . Good Mrs. Mary Accost , - Sir To . You mistake , knight : accoft , is , front her , board her , woo her , affail her . Sir And . By my troth , I would not undertake her in ...
Pagina 15
... better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio's of more grave afpéct . Vio . I think not fo , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That That fay , thou art a man : Diana's lip WHAT YOU WILL . 15 ...
... better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio's of more grave afpéct . Vio . I think not fo , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That That fay , thou art a man : Diana's lip WHAT YOU WILL . 15 ...
Pagina 17
... Better a witty fool , than a foolish wit 4. - God bless thee , lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of you : befides , you grow dishoneft ...
... Better a witty fool , than a foolish wit 4. - God bless thee , lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of you : befides , you grow dishoneft ...
Pagina 18
... better fool . Clo . God fend you , fir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pafs his word for two - pence that you are no fool . Oli . How fay you to ...
... better fool . Clo . God fend you , fir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increafing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pafs his word for two - pence that you are no fool . Oli . How fay you to ...
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Pagina 320 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pagina 370 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 295 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Pagina 305 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Pagina 184 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Pagina 309 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Pagina 62 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pagina 292 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Pagina 331 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Pagina 285 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...