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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... fhew him in love . This is faid to be the occafion of his writing The Merry Wives of Windfor . How well fhe was obeyed , the play itfelf is an admirable proof . Upon this oc- cafion it may not be improper to observe , that this part of ...
... fhew him in love . This is faid to be the occafion of his writing The Merry Wives of Windfor . How well fhe was obeyed , the play itfelf is an admirable proof . Upon this oc- cafion it may not be improper to observe , that this part of ...
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... fhew fomething upon the fame fubject , at leaß as well writ- ten , by Shakespeare . The latter part of his life was spent , as all men of good fenfe will with theirs may be , in eafe , re- tirement , and the converfatión of his friends ...
... fhew fomething upon the fame fubject , at leaß as well writ- ten , by Shakespeare . The latter part of his life was spent , as all men of good fenfe will with theirs may be , in eafe , re- tirement , and the converfatión of his friends ...
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... fhew of violence ; For it is as the air , invulnerable , [ Exit Ghoft . And our vain blows malicious mockery . Ber . It was about to speak , when the cock crew . Hor . And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful fummons . I ...
... fhew of violence ; For it is as the air , invulnerable , [ Exit Ghoft . And our vain blows malicious mockery . Ber . It was about to speak , when the cock crew . Hor . And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful fummons . I ...
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... fhew our duty . King . We doubt it nothing ; heartily farewell . [ Exeunt VOLTIMAND , and CORNELIUS . And now , Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of fome fuit ; what is't Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane ...
... fhew our duty . King . We doubt it nothing ; heartily farewell . [ Exeunt VOLTIMAND , and CORNELIUS . And now , Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of fome fuit ; what is't Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane ...
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... fhew my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confefs , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France , And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon . King . Have you your father's leave ? What fays Polonius ...
... fhew my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confefs , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France , And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon . King . Have you your father's leave ? What fays Polonius ...
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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.