The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play : Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 1R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... brother to this John , who is mentioned by Mr Rowe : " Thin in beard , and thick in purse ; " Never man beloved worfe ; " He went to the grave with many a curfe ; " The devil and he had both one nurfe . " STEEVENS . Ten in the hundred ...
... brother to this John , who is mentioned by Mr Rowe : " Thin in beard , and thick in purse ; " Never man beloved worfe ; " He went to the grave with many a curfe ; " The devil and he had both one nurfe . " STEEVENS . Ten in the hundred ...
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... brother in the par- ricide . What horror does this not raife ! Cly- temneftra was a wicked woman , and had deferved to die ; nay , in the truth of the ftory , fhe was killed by her own fon ; but to represent an action of this kind upon ...
... brother in the par- ricide . What horror does this not raife ! Cly- temneftra was a wicked woman , and had deferved to die ; nay , in the truth of the ftory , fhe was killed by her own fon ; but to represent an action of this kind upon ...
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... brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet fo far hath difcretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on ...
... brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet fo far hath difcretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on ...
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... brother's death , Our state to be disjoint , and out of frame , — Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pefter us with meffage , Importing the furrender of those lands Loft by his father , with all bands of ...
... brother's death , Our state to be disjoint , and out of frame , — Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pefter us with meffage , Importing the furrender of those lands Loft by his father , with all bands of ...
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... brother ; but no more like Than I to Hercules : Within a month Ere yet the falt of moft unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes , She marry'd.O most wicked speed , to post With fuch dexterity to incestuous fheets ! It ...
... brother ; but no more like Than I to Hercules : Within a month Ere yet the falt of moft unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes , She marry'd.O most wicked speed , to post With fuch dexterity to incestuous fheets ! It ...
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Page 23 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Page 73 - 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...
Page 39 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 71 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Page 92 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 92 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Page 2 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 56 - I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil ; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Page 54 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Page 28 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.