The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volum 4 |
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Side 39
... witch ? Hence with her , out o ' door : A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . Not so : I am as ignorant in that , as you In so entitling me : and no less honest Than you are mad ; which is enough , I'll warrant , As this world goes , to ...
... witch ? Hence with her , out o ' door : A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . Not so : I am as ignorant in that , as you In so entitling me : and no less honest Than you are mad ; which is enough , I'll warrant , As this world goes , to ...
Side 134
... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin9 : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear , my money is ...
... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin9 : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear , my money is ...
Side 145
... been asked , ' how should Shak- speare know that screech - owls were considered by the Romans as witches ? " Do these cavillers think that Shakspeare never Vol . IV . 7 If we obey them not , this will ensue , SC . II . 145 OF ERRORS ,
... been asked , ' how should Shak- speare know that screech - owls were considered by the Romans as witches ? " Do these cavillers think that Shakspeare never Vol . IV . 7 If we obey them not , this will ensue , SC . II . 145 OF ERRORS ,
Side 146
... witch , that changeth the favour of children ; an hagge or fairie . Too in The London Prodigal , a comedy , 1605 : - " Soul , I think I am sure crossed or witch'd with an owl ' The epithet elvish is not in the first folio ; but the ...
... witch , that changeth the favour of children ; an hagge or fairie . Too in The London Prodigal , a comedy , 1605 : - " Soul , I think I am sure crossed or witch'd with an owl ' The epithet elvish is not in the first folio ; but the ...
Side 158
... witch : and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith20 , and my heart of steel , she had transform'd me ... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my ...
... witch : and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith20 , and my heart of steel , she had transform'd me ... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my ...
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Aege Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo Const Cymbeline death deed didst dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means Menaechmi mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play PANDULPH passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Side 405 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Side 227 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Side 248 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his •worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Side 306 - 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.
Side 62 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Side 72 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Side 255 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end : but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Side 56 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Side 70 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Side 217 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!