The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 4 |
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... Holinshed , and Holinshed borrowed his narration from the chronicles of Scotland , translated by John Bellenden , from the Latin of Hector Boethius , and first published at Edinburgh in 1541 . Malcolm the Second , king of Scotland , had ...
... Holinshed , and Holinshed borrowed his narration from the chronicles of Scotland , translated by John Bellenden , from the Latin of Hector Boethius , and first published at Edinburgh in 1541 . Malcolm the Second , king of Scotland , had ...
Page 206
... Holinshed , speaking of the witchcraft prac- tised to destroy King Duff , says that they found one of the witches roasting , upon a wooden broach , an image of wax at the fire , resembling in each feature the king's person , & c for as ...
... Holinshed , speaking of the witchcraft prac- tised to destroy King Duff , says that they found one of the witches roasting , upon a wooden broach , an image of wax at the fire , resembling in each feature the king's person , & c for as ...
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... Holinshed says , Duncan having two sons , & c . he made the elder of them , called Malcolm , prince of Cumberland , as it was thereby to appoint him his successor in his kingdome immediatelie after his decease , Macbeth sorely troubled ...
... Holinshed says , Duncan having two sons , & c . he made the elder of them , called Malcolm , prince of Cumberland , as it was thereby to appoint him his successor in his kingdome immediatelie after his decease , Macbeth sorely troubled ...
Page 221
... Holinshed ) caused him ever to feare , lest he should be served of the same cup as he had minis- tered to his predecessor . ' : - The sightless couriers of the air ' are what the poet elsewhere calls the viewless winds . Thus in ...
... Holinshed ) caused him ever to feare , lest he should be served of the same cup as he had minis- tered to his predecessor . ' : - The sightless couriers of the air ' are what the poet elsewhere calls the viewless winds . Thus in ...
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... Holinshed's account of King Duffe's murder by Donwald . 11 Wassel is thus explained by Bullokar in his Expositor , 1616 : Wassaile , a term usual heretofore for quaffing and carowsing ; but more especially signifying a merry cup ...
... Holinshed's account of King Duffe's murder by Donwald . 11 Wassel is thus explained by Bullokar in his Expositor , 1616 : Wassaile , a term usual heretofore for quaffing and carowsing ; but more especially signifying a merry cup ...
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Page 405 - 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 227 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Page 248 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his •worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 306 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 62 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Page 72 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 255 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : 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 : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 56 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Page 70 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 217 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!