Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, 3 tomasHarper & Brothers, 1847 |
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... fair Capulet and her loved Montague , whom Shakespeare has made immortal , the novelists have seized upon the subject , as might be expected , from its interest and its obscurity . Massuccio , a Neapolitan , who lived about 1470 , was ...
... fair Capulet and her loved Montague , whom Shakespeare has made immortal , the novelists have seized upon the subject , as might be expected , from its interest and its obscurity . Massuccio , a Neapolitan , who lived about 1470 , was ...
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... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow . She hath Dian's wit ; And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow . She hath Dian's wit ; And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
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... fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you among the store , One more most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house look to behold this ...
... fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you among the store , One more most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house look to behold this ...
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... fair volume lies , Find written in the margin of his eyes . This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him , only lacks a cover : The fish lives in the sea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair within to ...
... fair volume lies , Find written in the margin of his eyes . This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him , only lacks a cover : The fish lives in the sea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair within to ...
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... fair lady's ear , Such as would please : - ' tis gone , ' tis gone , ' tis gone . You are welcome , gentlemen ! -Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , and foot it , girls . [ Music plays , and they dance . More light ...
... fair lady's ear , Such as would please : - ' tis gone , ' tis gone , ' tis gone . You are welcome , gentlemen ! -Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , and foot it , girls . [ Music plays , and they dance . More light ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo bear Ben Jonson blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio character Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Cordelia CORIOLANUS Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth drama edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio follow fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iago is't Juliet Kent king lady Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony means mind nature never night noble Nurse Othello passage passion play Plutarch Poet Poet's POLONIUS Pompey poor pray quarto Queen Roman Rome Romeo SCENE sense Shakespeare soldier speak spirit stand Stevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus Tybalt unto villain word
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43 psl. - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
31 psl. - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
61 psl. - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
4 psl. - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy ; the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong Between whose endless jar justice resides Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power,...
40 psl. - 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 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...
46 psl. - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
22 psl. - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak ; such was the process \ And of the cannibals that each other eat. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
32 psl. - Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
16 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
51 psl. - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.