The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... prince whose delegated authority is abused ; but he scrupulously retained the costume and all the traits and incidents which marked the period of the story on which he built his com- edy , and added two or three allusions not to be ...
... prince whose delegated authority is abused ; but he scrupulously retained the costume and all the traits and incidents which marked the period of the story on which he built his com- edy , and added two or three allusions not to be ...
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... Prince and people : therefore , I pr'ythee , Supply me with the habit , and instruct me How I may formally in person bear Like a true friar . More reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I render you ; Only , this one : Lord ...
... Prince and people : therefore , I pr'ythee , Supply me with the habit , and instruct me How I may formally in person bear Like a true friar . More reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I render you ; Only , this one : Lord ...
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... Prince ! dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object , Till you have heard me in my true complaint , And given me justice . Justice ! justice ! justice ! Duke . Relate your wrongs : in what ? by whom ? Be brief . Here is ...
... Prince ! dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other object , Till you have heard me in my true complaint , And given me justice . Justice ! justice ! justice ! Duke . Relate your wrongs : in what ? by whom ? Be brief . Here is ...
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... Prince , I conjure thee , as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world , That thou neglect me hot , with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not impos- sible That which but seems unlike . ' Tis not ...
... Prince , I conjure thee , as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world , That thou neglect me hot , with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not impos- sible That which but seems unlike . ' Tis not ...
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... Prince , As there comes light from heaven , and words from breath , As there is sense in truth , and truth in virtue , I am affianc'd this man's wife , as strongly As words could make up vows : and , my good lord But Tuesday night last ...
... Prince , As there comes light from heaven , and words from breath , As there is sense in truth , and truth in virtue , I am affianc'd this man's wife , as strongly As words could make up vows : and , my good lord But Tuesday night last ...
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Page 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 56 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and inccrtain thoughts Imagine howling ! — 'tis too horrible.
Page 441 - To move wild laughter in the throat of death ? It cannot be ; it is impossible : Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 290 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours.
Page 28 - WE must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 367 - Birone they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 14 - That to th' observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. 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 258 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 41 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder.
Page 104 - Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me ; Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.