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affected Anne Armado Biron blood Boyet brother Buckingham called Catesby character Clarence comes Costard dear death doth Duke Dull Dumain early eds edition Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear folio fools friends give Gloster grace hand Hastings hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold Holofernes John Katherine keep King Richard lady letter light live Longaville look lord lost madam Margaret Maria master mean mind Moth Murderer Nathaniel nature never night noble oath once person play present prince Princess prove quartos Queen Elizabeth reading remarks Rich Richmond Rosaline SCENE sense Shakespeare soul speak stand Stanley Steevens sweet tell thee thing thou thought true Worthies York
Page 121 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 87 - Subtle as Sphinx ? as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ? And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O ! then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Page 122 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 63 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 100 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.
Page 64 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 155 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page 15 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 52 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.