The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play : Printed Complete from the Best EditionsR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... a Tombe that he had caused to be built in his Life Time . " Ten in the hundred muft lie in his grave , But a hundred to ten whether God will him have : " Who He died in the 53d year of his age , 18 LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE .
... a Tombe that he had caused to be built in his Life Time . " Ten in the hundred muft lie in his grave , But a hundred to ten whether God will him have : " Who He died in the 53d year of his age , 18 LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE .
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... cause of this effect ; Or rather fay , the cause of this defect ; For this effect , defective , comes by cause : Thus it remains , and the remainder thus perpend . I have a daughter ; have , whilst she is mine ; Who , in her duty and ...
... cause of this effect ; Or rather fay , the cause of this defect ; For this effect , defective , comes by cause : Thus it remains , and the remainder thus perpend . I have a daughter ; have , whilst she is mine ; Who , in her duty and ...
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... cause , And can fay nothing ; no , not for a king , Upon whofe property and moft dear life , A damn'd defeat was made . Am I a coward ! Who calls me villain breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my beard , and blows it in my face ? Tweaks ...
... cause , And can fay nothing ; no , not for a king , Upon whofe property and moft dear life , A damn'd defeat was made . Am I a coward ! Who calls me villain breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my beard , and blows it in my face ? Tweaks ...
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... cause he will by no means speak . Guil . Nor do we find him forward to be founded ; But , with a crafty madness , keeps aloof , When we would bring him on to fome confeffion Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? Rof ...
... cause he will by no means speak . Guil . Nor do we find him forward to be founded ; But , with a crafty madness , keeps aloof , When we would bring him on to fome confeffion Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? Rof ...
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... cause Of Hamlet's wildness : fo fhall I hope , your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again , To both your honours . Oph . Madam , I wish it may . [ Exit Queen . Pol . 70. Onicia ak you here - Gracious , fo pl Act III . 57 HAMLET .
... cause Of Hamlet's wildness : fo fhall I hope , your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again , To both your honours . Oph . Madam , I wish it may . [ Exit Queen . Pol . 70. Onicia ak you here - Gracious , fo pl Act III . 57 HAMLET .
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Seite 23 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Seite 73 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Seite 39 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Seite 71 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Seite 92 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 92 - 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.
Seite 2 - 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.
Seite 56 - I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil ; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Seite 54 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Seite 28 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.