The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Volum 8 |
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Pàgina 16
... false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness , To be entangled with those mouth - made vows , Which break themselves in swearing ! Ant . Most sweet queen , - Cleo . Nay , pray you , seek no colour for your going , But bid farewell , and go : when ...
... false to Fulvia ? Riotous madness , To be entangled with those mouth - made vows , Which break themselves in swearing ! Ant . Most sweet queen , - Cleo . Nay , pray you , seek no colour for your going , But bid farewell , and go : when ...
Pàgina 17
... false love ! Cleo . Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful water ? Now I see , I see , In Fulvia's death , how mine receiv'd shall be . Ant . Quarrel no more , but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear ; which ...
... false love ! Cleo . Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful water ? Now I see , I see , In Fulvia's death , how mine receiv'd shall be . Ant . Quarrel no more , but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear ; which ...
Pàgina 26
... false . Men . From Silvius , sir . Pom . He dreams : I know , they are in Rome toge- ther , Looking for Antony . But all the charms of love , 2 My powers ARE crescent , ] Every old copy has " are crescent , " which modern editors ...
... false . Men . From Silvius , sir . Pom . He dreams : I know , they are in Rome toge- ther , Looking for Antony . But all the charms of love , 2 My powers ARE crescent , ] Every old copy has " are crescent , " which modern editors ...
Pàgina 92
... false , false ; this , this . Cleo . Sooth , la ! I'll help . Thus 92 [ ACT IV . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... false , false ; this , this . Cleo . Sooth , la ! I'll help . Thus 92 [ ACT IV . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
Pàgina 94
... have printed the speeches as if no change from the old distribution had been required , thus giving a most false notion of the accuracy of the folio , 1623 . Ant . Sold . Who's gone this morning ? One 94 [ ACT IV . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... have printed the speeches as if no change from the old distribution had been required , thus giving a most false notion of the accuracy of the folio , 1623 . Ant . Sold . Who's gone this morning ? One 94 [ ACT IV . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 35 - 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.
Pàgina 503 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pàgina 508 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life...
Pàgina 382 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pàgina 122 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Pàgina 500 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Pàgina 522 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes...
Pàgina 533 - I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Pàgina 489 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pàgina 517 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...