Shakespearian Addresses, Delivered at the Arts Club, Manchester, 1886 to 1912Sherrat & Hughes, 1912 - 400 psl. |
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374 psl. - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage ; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
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