The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error , and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ...
... fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error , and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ...
Page xxxv
... fools , — Being native burghers of this desert city , — Should in their own confines , with forked heads , Have their round haunches gor'd . " It may be -- although of this there is no substantial evidence that some youthful adventure ...
... fools , — Being native burghers of this desert city , — Should in their own confines , with forked heads , Have their round haunches gor'd . " It may be -- although of this there is no substantial evidence that some youthful adventure ...
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... whole soul in a jest . We left an air behind us , which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty , tho ' but downright fools . " Nor did that " merrie companie " confine itself to lxii BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION .
... whole soul in a jest . We left an air behind us , which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty , tho ' but downright fools . " Nor did that " merrie companie " confine itself to lxii BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION .
Page lxxvii
... fool can play upon the word ! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence , and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots . " In Germany , Shakespeare's supremacy as a dra- matic poet has long been admitted ...
... fool can play upon the word ! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence , and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots . " In Germany , Shakespeare's supremacy as a dra- matic poet has long been admitted ...
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... fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legg'd like ...
... fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legg'd like ...
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ARIEL bawd Ben Jonson brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter death devil doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hang hath hear heart heaven hither honour Host husband Illyria Isab Julius Cæsar king knave lady Laun letter look Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry Master Brook master doctor Mira Mistress Ford never night pardon Pist play Pompey pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Proteus Prov PROVOST Quick Re-enter Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shakespeare Shal Silvia Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen soul speak Speed Stratford sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine What's wife WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE woman word youth
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Page 204 - 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.
Page 285 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Page 183 - 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.
Page 275 - In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling! — 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 275 - 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...
Page 50 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Page xxxviii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page xc - 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.
Page 50 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Page 24 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.