The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volum 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Side 108
... Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us pay down for our offence by weight.- The words of heaven ; -on whom it will , it will ; On whom it ...
... Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us pay down for our offence by weight.- The words of heaven ; -on whom it will , it will ; On whom it ...
Side 109
... Prov . Away , sir ; you must go . Claud . One word , good friend : -Lucio , a word with you . [ Takes him aside . Lucio . A hundred , if they'll do you any good.- Is lechery so look'd after ? Claud . Thus stands it with me : -Upon a ...
... Prov . Away , sir ; you must go . Claud . One word , good friend : -Lucio , a word with you . [ Takes him aside . Lucio . A hundred , if they'll do you any good.- Is lechery so look'd after ? Claud . Thus stands it with me : -Upon a ...
Side 118
... Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well , heaven forgive him ! and ...
... Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well , heaven forgive him ! and ...
Side 126
... Prov . Pray you , do . [ Exit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as ... Prov . Is it your will Claudio shall die to - morrow ? Ang . Did I not tell thee , yea ? hadst thou not order ? Why ...
... Prov . Pray you , do . [ Exit Servant . ] I'll know His pleasure ; may be , he will relent : Alas , He hath but as ... Prov . Is it your will Claudio shall die to - morrow ? Ang . Did I not tell thee , yea ? hadst thou not order ? Why ...
Side 127
... Prov . I crave your honour's pardon.- What shall be done , sir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Dispose of her To some more fitter place ; and that with speed . Re - enter Servant . Serv . Here is the sister ...
... Prov . I crave your honour's pardon.- What shall be done , sir , with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour . Ang . Dispose of her To some more fitter place ; and that with speed . Re - enter Servant . Serv . Here is the sister ...
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Side 326 - 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.
Side 148 - 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 regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Side 129 - 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.
Side 239 - 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.
Side 102 - 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.
Side 39 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Side 369 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Side 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Side 41 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Side 31 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.