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 9H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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Pagina 17
... hath Dian's wit ; And , in ftrong proof of chaflity well arm'd3 , From 5 Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; ] The authour may mean being purged of smoke , but it is perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other ...
... hath Dian's wit ; And , in ftrong proof of chaflity well arm'd3 , From 5 Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; ] The authour may mean being purged of smoke , but it is perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other ...
Pagina 18
... hath fworn , that fhe will still live chafte ? not liable to be difpleafed at hearing her chastity praised after the was fufpected to have loft it , or her beauty commended in the 67th year of her age , though the never pofletied any ...
... hath fworn , that fhe will still live chafte ? not liable to be difpleafed at hearing her chastity praised after the was fufpected to have loft it , or her beauty commended in the 67th year of her age , though the never pofletied any ...
Pagina 19
... hath , and in that fparing makes huge wafte 2 ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her feverity , Cuts beauty off from all pofterity 3 . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair4 , To merit blifs by making me despair : She hath forfworn to ...
... hath , and in that fparing makes huge wafte 2 ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her feverity , Cuts beauty off from all pofterity 3 . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair4 , To merit blifs by making me despair : She hath forfworn to ...
Pagina 20
... hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride ' , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . [ Exeunt , Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are those so ...
... hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride ' , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . [ Exeunt , Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are those so ...
Pagina 24
... hath here writ . I muft to the learned : -In good time . Enter BENVOLIO , and ROMEO , Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning , One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning ...
... hath here writ . I muft to the learned : -In good time . Enter BENVOLIO , and ROMEO , Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning , One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning ...
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Pagina 392 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Pagina 88 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
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Pagina 343 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work ; For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon : O, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.
Pagina 101 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pagina 198 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Pagina 41 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 226 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pagina 258 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.