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accentuation admit allusion appears Banquo believe Ben Jonson better blood called censure certainly conjecture Coriolanus corruption Cymbeline death dissyllable doth Duke ellipsis emendation expression eyes Falstaff fear give grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven hemistic honour Hotspur hypermeter implies instance Johnson Julius Julius Caesar King Henry King Lear lady Lord Chedworth Macbeth Malone Malone's Mason meaning measure Measure for Measure metre Milton murder nature never noun numbers occurs omitted Othello Paradise Lost passage peace perhaps phrase play pleonasm poet poet's present pronoun quarto remarks Richard Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems sense sentiment Shakspeare Shakspeare's shew sleep soul speak speech stand Steevens Steevens's strange Strutt suppose sure sweet sword syllable Tacitus tell thee thing thou thought tion tongue transposition trisyllable true uttered verb verse virtue wanting Warburton word
Page 188 - 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 cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 346 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 24 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...
Page 188 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 349 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Page 44 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 254 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Page 440 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.