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... explained on the ' This is the opinion of the late R. A. Small , who in a dissertation on The Stage Quarrel between Ben Jonson and the So - called Poetas- ters , Breslau , 1899 , has made a study of the whole question de novo , and has ...
... explained on the ' This is the opinion of the late R. A. Small , who in a dissertation on The Stage Quarrel between Ben Jonson and the So - called Poetas- ters , Breslau , 1899 , has made a study of the whole question de novo , and has ...
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... explained by the fact that Holinshed says that a ' temple of Apollo stood in the citie of Troinouant ' ( London ) ( Boswell - Stone's Shakespeare's Holinshed , p . 5 , note ) . Of the mythology in a narrower sense , there is a mere ...
... explained by the fact that Holinshed says that a ' temple of Apollo stood in the citie of Troinouant ' ( London ) ( Boswell - Stone's Shakespeare's Holinshed , p . 5 , note ) . Of the mythology in a narrower sense , there is a mere ...
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... explained by the fact that Holinshed says that a ' temple of Apollo stood in the citie of Troinouant ' ( London ) ( Boswell - Stone's Shakespeare's Holinshed , p . 5 , note ) . Of the mythology in a narrower sense , there is a mere ...
... explained by the fact that Holinshed says that a ' temple of Apollo stood in the citie of Troinouant ' ( London ) ( Boswell - Stone's Shakespeare's Holinshed , p . 5 , note ) . Of the mythology in a narrower sense , there is a mere ...
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... explained by Ado 4. I. 58 : You seem to me as Dian in her orb , As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown . Still the context would seem to show that ' Cupid's flower ' is the ' love - in - idleness ' of 2. 1. 168 , and we not unnaturally ...
... explained by Ado 4. I. 58 : You seem to me as Dian in her orb , As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown . Still the context would seem to show that ' Cupid's flower ' is the ' love - in - idleness ' of 2. 1. 168 , and we not unnaturally ...
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... explained by En . 3. 217. Steevens thinks that ' Harpier ' of Mcb . 4. 1. 3 is a spelling of Harpy . Hecate . - See Diana . Hector . - LLL 5. 2. passim ; Lucr . 1430 ; 1486 ; Wiv . 1. 3. 12 ; 2. 3. 35 ; Ado 2. 3. 196 ; Ant . 4. 8. 7 ...
... explained by En . 3. 217. Steevens thinks that ' Harpier ' of Mcb . 4. 1. 3 is a spelling of Harpy . Hecate . - See Diana . Hector . - LLL 5. 2. passim ; Lucr . 1430 ; 1486 ; Wiv . 1. 3. 12 ; 2. 3. 35 ; Ado 2. 3. 196 ; Ant . 4. 8. 7 ...
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Page 83 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Page 83 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Page 88 - t or give 't away were such perdition As nothing else could match. Des. Is 't possible ? Oth. 'T is true : there 's magic in the web of it : A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to course two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work ; The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ; And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful Conserved of maidens
Page 30 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Page 37 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 49 - May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt ; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Page 60 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper ; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they '11 not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Page 2 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 14 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 83 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.