The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pagina 29
... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy ' does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! " Alas , our frailty is the cause not we ; For , such as we are made of , such we be ...
... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy ' does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! " Alas , our frailty is the cause not we ; For , such as we are made of , such we be ...
Pagina 30
... Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore eat and drink . - Marian , I say ! -a stoop of wine ! Enter Clown . Sir And . Here comes the fool , i'faith . Clo . How now , my hearts ? Did you never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome ...
... Thou art a scholar ; let us therefore eat and drink . - Marian , I say ! -a stoop of wine ! Enter Clown . Sir And . Here comes the fool , i'faith . Clo . How now , my hearts ? Did you never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome ...
Pagina 34
... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub ...
... Art any more than a steward ? Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub ...
Pagina 37
... Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? 4 recollected ] Studied , or perhaps oft repeated . S -favour ] i . e . countenance . VOL ...
... Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? 4 recollected ] Studied , or perhaps oft repeated . S -favour ] i . e . countenance . VOL ...
Pagina 46
... Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them . And , to inure thyself to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble slough , and appear fresh . Be opposites with a kins- man , surly with servants : let thy tongue ...
... Thy fates open their hands ; let thy blood and spirit embrace them . And , to inure thyself to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble slough , and appear fresh . Be opposites with a kins- man , surly with servants : let thy tongue ...
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Pagina 326 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Pagina 129 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 239 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 102 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Pagina 39 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 369 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 41 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pagina 31 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.