The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight]. [8 vols. The vol. containing the biogr. is of the 3rd ed.]. |
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Pagina 18
... never die , - Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! you saw her fair , none else being by , Herself pois'd with herself ...
... never die , - Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! you saw her fair , none else being by , Herself pois'd with herself ...
Pagina 32
... never felt a wound.- [ JULIET appears above , at a window . But , soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! - Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale ...
... never felt a wound.- [ JULIET appears above , at a window . But , soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! - Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale ...
Pagina 54
... never after look me in the face : Speak not , reply not , do not answer me ; My fingers itch . - Wife , we scarce thought us bless'd That God had lent " us but this only child ; But now I see this one is one too much , And that we have ...
... never after look me in the face : Speak not , reply not , do not answer me ; My fingers itch . - Wife , we scarce thought us bless'd That God had lent " us but this only child ; But now I see this one is one too much , And that we have ...
Pagina 57
... never heard such a choir of nightingales as in a row of pome- granate - trees that skirt the road from Smyrna to Boudjia . In the truth of details such as these the genius of Shakspere is as much exhibited as in his wonderful powers of ...
... never heard such a choir of nightingales as in a row of pome- granate - trees that skirt the road from Smyrna to Boudjia . In the truth of details such as these the genius of Shakspere is as much exhibited as in his wonderful powers of ...
Pagina 62
... never to return : O son , the night before thy wedding - day Hath death lain with thy wife : -There she lies , Flower as she was , deflowered by him . Death is my son - in - law , death is my heir ; My daughter he hath wedded ! I will ...
... never to return : O son , the night before thy wedding - day Hath death lain with thy wife : -There she lies , Flower as she was , deflowered by him . Death is my son - in - law , death is my heir ; My daughter he hath wedded ! I will ...
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Pagina 127 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 424 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Pagina 155 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
Pagina 87 - But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pagina 122 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 54 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek," hath been . So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pagina 104 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pagina 122 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd...
Pagina 129 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: Pray you, avoid it.