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Page 267 - Haste me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Page 266 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 267 - Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect; For this effect, defective, comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Page 241 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 267 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, : Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 268 - And lose the name of action. Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Oph. Good my lord, How does your honor for this many a day?
Page 216 - In tragedy and comedy the final event is the effect of the moral operations of the different characters, but in the melo-drama the catastrophe is the physical result of mechanical stratagem...
Page 254 - ... least in need of our assistance, and one should forget his faults, in order to remember his misfortunes properly. Farm. That, Waryford, is liberal — but it is not prudent — Lord W. Prudent ! I was never a worshipper of Prudence, and to say the truth, bad as the world is, I would not, after all my experience, wish to alter my practical religion. The errors of liberality are readily pardoned, but a man to be always prudent, must be sometimes mean ; and I would rather be blamed for generosity,...
Page 371 - Love, like its emblem, fire, begets itself, And, when enkindled in two faithful hearts, Blends in one flame, and, rising as it burns, Points to the heav'nly source from whence it came. But, Edward, Edward, with what furious gusts Has your tempestuous jealousy beset Our wedded hearts, and blown awry their flame From its divine aspiring.
Page viii - ... is to morals ? The stage has, in England, become almost as great an organ of public instruction as the pulpit. Is it proper that there should be no law to regulate what is taught from it, except the notions of one obscure solitary individual, the reader of plays in the Lord Chamberlain's department...