The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Edited 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 His Genius, Volume 9Little, Brown, 1868 |
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... Matter to the Folio of 1623 , ( Vol . II . p . lxi . , ) it has been already mentioned that Troilus and Cressida is omitted from the Catalogue of the Plays published in that volume ; and in the Introduction to The Winter's Tale , ( Vol ...
... Matter to the Folio of 1623 , ( Vol . II . p . lxi . , ) it has been already mentioned that Troilus and Cressida is omitted from the Catalogue of the Plays published in that volume ; and in the Introduction to The Winter's Tale , ( Vol ...
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... matter which we have to offer ; and it is a better one , we think , than the theory that so remarkable a pro- duction of Shakspere's later years should be unknown or for- gotten by his fellows . ' " Mr. Collier thinks that the ...
... matter which we have to offer ; and it is a better one , we think , than the theory that so remarkable a pro- duction of Shakspere's later years should be unknown or for- gotten by his fellows . ' " Mr. Collier thinks that the ...
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... matter , such as Shakespeare too often permitted himself to use , in filling up the chasms of the scene , between loftier and brighter thoughts . More especially is there felt , by every reader , a sense of disap- pointment at the ...
... matter , such as Shakespeare too often permitted himself to use , in filling up the chasms of the scene , between loftier and brighter thoughts . More especially is there felt , by every reader , a sense of disap- pointment at the ...
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... matter . Tro . Pandarus , Pan . Not I. Tro . Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me : I will leave all as I found it ; and there an end . [ Exit PANDARUS . An alarum . Tro . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! sounds ...
... matter . Tro . Pandarus , Pan . Not I. Tro . Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me : I will leave all as I found it ; and there an end . [ Exit PANDARUS . An alarum . Tro . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! sounds ...
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... matter . Pan . Nor his beauty . Cres . " Twould not become him ; his own's better . Pan . You have no judgment , niece . Helen her- self swore th ' other day , that Troilus , for a brown favour , ( for so ' tis , I must confess ) - not ...
... matter . Pan . Nor his beauty . Cres . " Twould not become him ; his own's better . Pan . You have no judgment , niece . Helen her- self swore th ' other day , that Troilus , for a brown favour , ( for so ' tis , I must confess ) - not ...
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Page 284 - What is that curt'sy worth ? or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn ? I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod : and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
Page 83 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, — A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 84 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds.
Page 37 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
Page 38 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Page 38 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 38 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place?
Page 103 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip ; Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 297 - Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli7: Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Page 38 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.