The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volum 2 |
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... bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And poured them down before him . We are sent Ang . To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , Not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a ...
... bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And poured them down before him . We are sent Ang . To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , Not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a ...
Side 10
... bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and shall put you This night's great business into my despatch ; Which shall to ...
... bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and shall put you This night's great business into my despatch ; Which shall to ...
Side 11
... bear the guilt Of our great quell . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For thy undaunted metal should compose Nothing but males . Will it not be received , When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber , and ...
... bear the guilt Of our great quell . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For thy undaunted metal should compose Nothing but males . Will it not be received , When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber , and ...
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... bear , The armed rhinoceros , or the Hyrcan tiger ; Take any shape but that , and my firm nerves Shall never tremble : or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit , then protest me The baby of ...
... bear , The armed rhinoceros , or the Hyrcan tiger ; Take any shape but that , and my firm nerves Shall never tremble : or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit , then protest me The baby of ...
Side 23
... bear my part , Or shew the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make amends now . Get you ...
... bear my part , Or shew the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make amends now . Get you ...
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The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., Volum 1 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1843 |
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Side 168 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty...
Side 534 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 488 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Side 491 - Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Side 323 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Side 10 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Side 8 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing...
Side 501 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 168 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Side 13 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...