Essays on Shakespeare's Dramatic Characters: With an Illustration of Shakespeare's Representation of National Characters, in that of Fluellen |
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That he should weep for her ? What would he do , Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears , And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty , and appal the free ...
That he should weep for her ? What would he do , Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears , And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty , and appal the free ...
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ability actions affection agreeable amiable appear arise attention authority become cause character circumstances concerning condition conduct consequence consider consistent constitution criticism depends desire discernment display dispositions distinguished emotion endeavours esteem excellent excite exhibited expresses external Falstaff father fear feelings friends give given governed guilt Hamlet heart human human nature humour illustrated imagination imitation indignation indulgence influence interesting invention kind King lead less lively look Lord mankind manner mean ment merit mind moral moved nature never object observe occasion operations opinion original pain particular passion perhaps persons pleasure poet possess Prince principles proceed produce propriety qualities reason receive reflection regard remark renders represented resentment Richard ruling scene seems sense sensibility sentiments Shakespeare sion situation sorrow soul spirit success suffers temper thee things thou thought Timon tion violent virtue
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Página 46 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Página 109 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops...
Página 347 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Página 22 - That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
Página 59 - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Página 22 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God 1 How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'Tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Página 51 - 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.
Página 22 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Página 111 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 23 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.