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Page 54
The patroness of heavenly harmony : Then give me leave to have prerogative ;
And when in musick we have spent an hour , Your lecture shall have leisure for
as much . Luc . Preposterous ass ! that never read so far To know the cause why
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The patroness of heavenly harmony : Then give me leave to have prerogative ;
And when in musick we have spent an hour , Your lecture shall have leisure for
as much . Luc . Preposterous ass ! that never read so far To know the cause why
...
Page 146
Leave me solely : ' - go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought
of him ; — The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me : in himself
too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , - Let him be , Until a time may serve
...
Leave me solely : ' - go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought
of him ; — The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me : in himself
too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , - Let him be , Until a time may serve
...
Page 169
Impute it not a crime , To me , or my swift passage , that I slide O ' er sixteen years
, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap ; ' since it is in my power To o '
erthrow law , and in one self - born hour To plant and o ' erwhelm custom : Let me
...
Impute it not a crime , To me , or my swift passage , that I slide O ' er sixteen years
, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap ; ' since it is in my power To o '
erthrow law , and in one self - born hour To plant and o ' erwhelm custom : Let me
...
Page 372
Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a
place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural
touch : s for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , f Her young
ones ...
Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a
place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural
touch : s for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , f Her young
ones ...
Page 386
Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a
place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural
touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young
ones in ...
Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a
place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural
touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young
ones in ...
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Page 361 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 367 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 339 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 319 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Page 368 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Page 325 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 338 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 338 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
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| Title | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 4 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers |
| Published | 1805 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 17 May 2006 |
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