The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Part 19, Volume 4 |
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... means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment shall shame us , we will be justified in our loves : for , indeed , - Cam . Beseech you , so rare . Arch . Verily , I speak it in the ...
... means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment shall shame us , we will be justified in our loves : for , indeed , - Cam . Beseech you , so rare . Arch . Verily , I speak it in the ...
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... means Sicilia ? How , , my lord ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? 18 i . e . entirely . but the sense 19 i.e. old faded stuffs of other colours dyed black . 20 Welkin is blue ...
... means Sicilia ? How , , my lord ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? 18 i . e . entirely . but the sense 19 i.e. old faded stuffs of other colours dyed black . 20 Welkin is blue ...
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... mean ' the exe- cution of which ( when done ) cried out against the nonperfor- mance of it before ; or , as Johnson laconically expresses it , was a thing necessary to be done , ' but which Camillo had delayed doing because he doubted ...
... mean ' the exe- cution of which ( when done ) cried out against the nonperfor- mance of it before ; or , as Johnson laconically expresses it , was a thing necessary to be done , ' but which Camillo had delayed doing because he doubted ...
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... means to say , Have you not thought that my wife is slippery ( for cogitation re- sides not in the man that does not think my wife is slippery ? ) The four latter words , though disjoined from the word think by the necessity of a ...
... means to say , Have you not thought that my wife is slippery ( for cogitation re- sides not in the man that does not think my wife is slippery ? ) The four latter words , though disjoined from the word think by the necessity of a ...
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... start off , to shrink . Thus in Hamlet : - 6- if he do blench , I know my course . ' Leontes means , could any man so start or fly off from propriety of behaviour ? Leon . Thou dost advise me , Even so as SC . II . 21 WINTER'S TALE .
... start off , to shrink . Thus in Hamlet : - 6- if he do blench , I know my course . ' Leontes means , could any man so start or fly off from propriety of behaviour ? Leon . Thou dost advise me , Even so as SC . II . 21 WINTER'S TALE .
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Page 234 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 243 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 242 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth...
Page 227 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 237 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 236 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i
Page 273 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 436 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.