The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ...Hogan & Thompson, 1851 |
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... nature ; on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colored fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Agr . O , rare for Antony ...
... nature ; on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colored fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Agr . O , rare for Antony ...
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... nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . Waged equal with him . Agr . Did steer humanity : but you , gods , will give us Some faults to make us men . Cæsar is touched . Mec . When such a spacious mirror's set ...
... nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . Waged equal with him . Agr . Did steer humanity : but you , gods , will give us Some faults to make us men . Cæsar is touched . Mec . When such a spacious mirror's set ...
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... Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy ; yet , to imagine An Antony , were nature's piece ' gainst fancy , Condemning shadows quite . Dol . Hear me , good madam . Your loss is as yourself , great ; and you bear it As ...
... Nature wants stuff To vie strange forms with fancy ; yet , to imagine An Antony , were nature's piece ' gainst fancy , Condemning shadows quite . Dol . Hear me , good madam . Your loss is as yourself , great ; and you bear it As ...
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... nature can so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desired . Dost thou lie still ? If thus thou vanishest , thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave - taking . Char . Dissolve , thick cloud ...
... nature can so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desired . Dost thou lie still ? If thus thou vanishest , thou tell'st the world It is not worth leave - taking . Char . Dissolve , thick cloud ...
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... nature . Post . By your pardon , sir , I was then a young traveller ; rather shunned to go even with what I heard , than in my every action to be guided by others ' experiences ; but upon my mended judgment , ( if I offend not to say it ...
... nature . Post . By your pardon , sir , I was then a young traveller ; rather shunned to go even with what I heard , than in my every action to be guided by others ' experiences ; but upon my mended judgment , ( if I offend not to say it ...
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Andronicus Antony art thou Bawd better blood Boult Brabantio brother Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona DIONYZA doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goths grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Iago is't Kent king lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Mark Antony married Michael Cassio mistress murder never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pericles Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince Queen revenge Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS to-night Tybalt villain weep What's wilt
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Page 522 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and — as I may say — whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for...
Page 511 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 561 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Page 496 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 420 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off...
Page 520 - For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under...
Page 545 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough, and continent, To hide the slain?— O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.
Page 398 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Page 587 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Page 660 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...