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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... business and family in Warwickshire for fome time , and shelter himself in London . It is at this time , and upon this accident , that he is faid to have made his first acquaintance in the playhoufe * . He was received into the company ...
... business and family in Warwickshire for fome time , and shelter himself in London . It is at this time , and upon this accident , that he is faid to have made his first acquaintance in the playhoufe * . He was received into the company ...
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... business , and defire , fhall point you ; - For every man hath business , and defire , Such as it is , and , for my own poor part , Look you , I will go pray . Hor . Thefe are but wild and whirling words , my Ham . I am forry they ...
... business , and defire , fhall point you ; - For every man hath business , and defire , Such as it is , and , for my own poor part , Look you , I will go pray . Hor . Thefe are but wild and whirling words , my Ham . I am forry they ...
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... business . Meantime , we thank you for your well - took labour : Go to your reft ; at night we'll feast together ; Moft welcome home ! [ Exeunt VOLT . and COR . Pol . This bufinefs is well ended . My liege , and madam , to expoftulate ...
... business . Meantime , we thank you for your well - took labour : Go to your reft ; at night we'll feast together ; Moft welcome home ! [ Exeunt VOLT . and COR . Pol . This bufinefs is well ended . My liege , and madam , to expoftulate ...
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... business as the bitter day [ blood , Would quake to look on . Soft ; now to my mo- ther.- O , heart , lofe not thy nature ; let not ever The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to ...
... business as the bitter day [ blood , Would quake to look on . Soft ; now to my mo- ther.- O , heart , lofe not thy nature ; let not ever The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to ...
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... business calls me from you now . Ant . Farewell till then : I will go lofe myself , And wander up and down to view the city . Mer . Sir , I commend you to your own content . [ Exit Merchant . Ant . He that commends me to mine own ...
... business calls me from you now . Ant . Farewell till then : I will go lofe myself , And wander up and down to view the city . Mer . Sir , I commend you to your own content . [ Exit Merchant . Ant . He that commends me to mine own ...
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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.