The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Volume 2J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... sense ; and this is one great cause of the uncongenial effect of the entire play . The progress of public demoralization is rather exaggerated than relieved by the character of the reaction to which it has conduced . Dissoluteness in ...
... sense ; and this is one great cause of the uncongenial effect of the entire play . The progress of public demoralization is rather exaggerated than relieved by the character of the reaction to which it has conduced . Dissoluteness in ...
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... snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense , But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge 40 . 50 60 With profits of the mind , study and fast . 34 Act I. Sc . iv . MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
... snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense , But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge 40 . 50 60 With profits of the mind , study and fast . 34 Act I. Sc . iv . MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
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... sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit : he arrests him on it ; And follows close the rigour of the statute , To make him an example . All hope is gone , Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo : and that's ...
... sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit : he arrests him on it ; And follows close the rigour of the statute , To make him an example . All hope is gone , Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo : and that's ...
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... sense , you are Pompey the Great . Pompey , you are partly a bawd , Pompey , howsoever you colour it in be- ing a tapster , are you not ? come , tell me true : it shall be the better for you . Pom . Truly , sir , I am a poor fellow that ...
... sense , you are Pompey the Great . Pompey , you are partly a bawd , Pompey , howsoever you colour it in be- ing a tapster , are you not ? come , tell me true : it shall be the better for you . Pom . Truly , sir , I am a poor fellow that ...
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... sense , that my sense breeds with it . Fare well . Isab . Gentle my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me ; come again to - morrow . you Isab . Hark how I'll bribe you : good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ? bribe me ? Isab . Ay ...
... sense , that my sense breeds with it . Fare well . Isab . Gentle my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me ; come again to - morrow . you Isab . Hark how I'll bribe you : good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ? bribe me ? Isab . Ay ...
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Page 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 67 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 63 - How the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 46 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 79 - Take, O, 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 67 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 54 - 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 20 - That to the 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. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Page 59 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.