The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volumen2 |
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... cause , Can qualify the same ? Tro . Why , brother Hector , We may not think the justness of each act Such and no other than event doth form it ; Nor once deject the courage of our minds , Because Cassandra's mad : her brain - sick ...
... cause , Can qualify the same ? Tro . Why , brother Hector , We may not think the justness of each act Such and no other than event doth form it ; Nor once deject the courage of our minds , Because Cassandra's mad : her brain - sick ...
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... cause . Achil . Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow do I meet thee , fell as death ; To - night , all friends , Hect . Thy hand upon that match . Agam . First , all you peers of Greece , go to my tent ; There in the full convive ...
... cause . Achil . Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow do I meet thee , fell as death ; To - night , all friends , Hect . Thy hand upon that match . Agam . First , all you peers of Greece , go to my tent ; There in the full convive ...
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... cause sets up with and against itself ! Bifold authority ! where reason can revolt Without perdition , and loss assume all reason Without revolt ; this is , and is not , Cressid ! Within my soul there doth commence a fight Of this ...
... cause sets up with and against itself ! Bifold authority ! where reason can revolt Without perdition , and loss assume all reason Without revolt ; this is , and is not , Cressid ! Within my soul there doth commence a fight Of this ...
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... cause . Tim . The gods confound them all i'thy con- quest ; and thee after , when thou hast conquered ! Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , by killing of villains , thou wast born to conquer my country . Put up thy gold : Go on ...
... cause . Tim . The gods confound them all i'thy con- quest ; and thee after , when thou hast conquered ! Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , by killing of villains , thou wast born to conquer my country . Put up thy gold : Go on ...
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... cause against your city , In part for his sake moved . 1st Sen. Enter Senators from TIMON Here come our brothers . 3rd Sen. No talk of Timon , nothing of him ex- pect.- The enemies ' drum is heard , and fearful scouring Doth choke the ...
... cause against your city , In part for his sake moved . 1st Sen. Enter Senators from TIMON Here come our brothers . 3rd Sen. No talk of Timon , nothing of him ex- pect.- The enemies ' drum is heard , and fearful scouring Doth choke the ...
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1st Cit Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour Iach Iago Kent King lady Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius matter ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisa POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'y thee pray Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo Scene Serv Servant Shakspere shew soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tell Ther there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon to-night Troilus Tybalt villain What's wife word
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Página 168 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty...
Página 534 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 488 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 491 - Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 323 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Página 10 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Página 8 - 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 ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing...
Página 501 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 168 - 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 o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Página 13 - 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 marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...