The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, Volumul 2 |
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Pagina 143
... sleep ; Sleep , that knits up the raveil'd sleeve of care , ( 10 ) The death of each day's life , fore labour's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's fecond courfe , Chief nourisher in life's feaft . Lady . What do you mean ? Mach ...
... sleep ; Sleep , that knits up the raveil'd sleeve of care , ( 10 ) The death of each day's life , fore labour's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's fecond courfe , Chief nourisher in life's feaft . Lady . What do you mean ? Mach ...
Pagina 167
... sleep , ( 9 ) Which thou ow'dft yesterday . Oth . Ha ! falfe to me ! Iago . Why , how now , general , no more of that . Oth . Avant , be gone ; thou haft fet me on the wreck ; I fwear ' tis better to be much abus'd , Than but to know a ...
... sleep , ( 9 ) Which thou ow'dft yesterday . Oth . Ha ! falfe to me ! Iago . Why , how now , general , no more of that . Oth . Avant , be gone ; thou haft fet me on the wreck ; I fwear ' tis better to be much abus'd , Than but to know a ...
Pagina 182
... sleeping kill'd : All murther'd . — For within the hollow crown , * That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps Death his court : and there the antick fits , Scoffing his ftate , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a ...
... sleeping kill'd : All murther'd . — For within the hollow crown , * That rounds the mortal temples of a king , Keeps Death his court : and there the antick fits , Scoffing his ftate , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath , a ...
Pagina 196
... Sleeping and waking , oh , defend me still ! SCENE V. Richard starting out of his Dream . Give me another horse - bind up my wounds . Have mercy , Jesu -Soft , I did but dream . O coward conscience ! -how doft thou afflict me ? The ...
... Sleeping and waking , oh , defend me still ! SCENE V. Richard starting out of his Dream . Give me another horse - bind up my wounds . Have mercy , Jesu -Soft , I did but dream . O coward conscience ! -how doft thou afflict me ? The ...
Pagina
... Sleep describ'd , 17. ́ñ.17 , 18 . again , 99 Spirit , a warlike one , 26 , n . ibid . Station , a low one , the blef fings of , 60. n . ibid . Steward , a faithful one , 221 Stories , melancholy , defcribed , 182 Submiffion to heaven ...
... Sleep describ'd , 17. ́ñ.17 , 18 . again , 99 Spirit , a warlike one , 26 , n . ibid . Station , a low one , the blef fings of , 60. n . ibid . Steward , a faithful one , 221 Stories , melancholy , defcribed , 182 Submiffion to heaven ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
againſt almoft Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful becauſe Ben Johnson bleffed blood bofom breaft Brutus Cæfar Caffius cheeks death Defcription doft doth dream earth eyes Faerie Queene faid falfe fame fays fear fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould filk firft Flamen flave fleep foldier fome fomething forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword give grief hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Iago itſelf king Lady laft lefs look lord Macb Macbeth Macd moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature never night o'er obferves Othello Ovid paffage paffion pleaſure poet prefent purpoſe reft rife Romeo ſay SCENE SCENE SCENE VI SCENE VII ſeems Shakespear ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves Theobald theſe things thofe thoſe thou art thouſand vulg Warburton whofe Whoſe wife wind word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 101 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pagina 142 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Pagina 239 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pagina 102 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 122 - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
Pagina 52 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 93 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
Pagina 110 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pagina 116 - ... 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...