The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volumen9H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... leave , in my apprehenfion , a fhadow of doubt upon the fubject . The question is not , whether Shakspeare had read other novels , or other poetical pieces , founded on this ftory , but whether the poem written by Arthur Brooke was the ...
... leave , in my apprehenfion , a fhadow of doubt upon the fubject . The question is not , whether Shakspeare had read other novels , or other poetical pieces , founded on this ftory , but whether the poem written by Arthur Brooke was the ...
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... Ben . Have you impórtun'd , & c . ] Thefe two fpeeches alfo omitted n edition 1597 , but inferted in 1599. Porz . Ere he can fpread his fweet leaves to the air 1 Ere ROMEO AND 13 AND JULIET . Where,-underneath the grove of fycamour, ...
... Ben . Have you impórtun'd , & c . ] Thefe two fpeeches alfo omitted n edition 1597 , but inferted in 1599. Porz . Ere he can fpread his fweet leaves to the air 1 Ere ROMEO AND 13 AND JULIET . Where,-underneath the grove of fycamour, ...
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... leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the fame . Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow , We would as willingly give cure , as know . Enter ROMEO , at a distance . Ben . See , where he comes : So please you , ftep afide ...
... leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the fame . Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow , We would as willingly give cure , as know . Enter ROMEO , at a distance . Ben . See , where he comes : So please you , ftep afide ...
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... leave me fo , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have loft myfelf ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness ' , who she is you love . Rom . What , fhall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ...
... leave me fo , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have loft myfelf ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness ' , who she is you love . Rom . What , fhall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ...
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... leave the world ne copy . " MALONE . Theobald's alteration may be countenanced by the following paffage in Swetnam Arraign'd , a comedy , 1620 : " Nature now fhall boaft no more " Of the riches of her ftore ; " Since , in this her ...
... leave the world ne copy . " MALONE . Theobald's alteration may be countenanced by the following paffage in Swetnam Arraign'd , a comedy , 1620 : " Nature now fhall boaft no more " Of the riches of her ftore ; " Since , in this her ...
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Página 392 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Página 88 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Página 391 - 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, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 319 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Página 343 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work ; For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon : O, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.
Página 101 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 198 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Página 41 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 226 - 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...
Página 258 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.