Shakespeare's Scholar: Being Historical and Critical Studies of His Text, Characters, and Commentators, with an Examination of Mr. Collier's Folio of 1632D. Appleton, 1854 - 504 pages |
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... thou- sands and hundreds of thousands like us , and be- cause we have yet had no representative voice in the critical Senate , that I , failing abler hands , have written this book . And the fact that you thus un- derstand and thus feel ...
... thou- sands and hundreds of thousands like us , and be- cause we have yet had no representative voice in the critical Senate , that I , failing abler hands , have written this book . And the fact that you thus un- derstand and thus feel ...
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... thou- sand . The first folio must contain quite as many such blunders ; and the second is worse in this respect than the first . But beside minor errors , the correction of which is obvious , words are so transformed as to be past ...
... thou- sand . The first folio must contain quite as many such blunders ; and the second is worse in this respect than the first . But beside minor errors , the correction of which is obvious , words are so transformed as to be past ...
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... thou think I have a doublet and hose in my disposition that can veil my blushes , as they do my sex ? " Thus , by the aid of the verb , the phrase gains correspond- ing uniformity ; but which , in its present state , as Mr. Theobald ...
... thou think I have a doublet and hose in my disposition that can veil my blushes , as they do my sex ? " Thus , by the aid of the verb , the phrase gains correspond- ing uniformity ; but which , in its present state , as Mr. Theobald ...
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... to humble love , Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up . " Hear Romeo , when he has just killed Paris , and finds Ju- liet dead in the tomb : " Ah ! dear Juliet , Why art thou yet " WHOSE MOTHER WAS HER PAINTING . " 45.
... to humble love , Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up . " Hear Romeo , when he has just killed Paris , and finds Ju- liet dead in the tomb : " Ah ! dear Juliet , Why art thou yet " WHOSE MOTHER WAS HER PAINTING . " 45.
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... thou yet so fair ? I will believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean , abhorred monster keeps Thee in the dark here , to be his paramour . " Hear the towering passion of Coriolanus , when , a few mo- ments before he ...
... thou yet so fair ? I will believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean , abhorred monster keeps Thee in the dark here , to be his paramour . " Hear the towering passion of Coriolanus , when , a few mo- ments before he ...
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Page 238 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 382 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple 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 34 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 118 - 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 294 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 44 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 212 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 40 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 158 - 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 118 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty ; As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint; our natures do pursue (Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,) A thirsty evil ; and when we drinK, we die.