The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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Pàgina 16
... fcene . " Of this play , " fays 7. , " the two plots are fo well united , that they can hardly be called two without injury to the art with which they are interwoven . The attention is entertained with all the variety of a double plot ...
... fcene . " Of this play , " fays 7. , " the two plots are fo well united , that they can hardly be called two without injury to the art with which they are interwoven . The attention is entertained with all the variety of a double plot ...
Pàgina 34
... fcene . The fpirits were always confidered as in fome measure enflaved to the enchanter , at leaft for a time , and as ferving with unwillingness ; there- fore Ariel fo often begs for liberty ; and Caliban obferves , that the fpirits ...
... fcene . The fpirits were always confidered as in fome measure enflaved to the enchanter , at leaft for a time , and as ferving with unwillingness ; there- fore Ariel fo often begs for liberty ; and Caliban obferves , that the fpirits ...
Pàgina 47
... fcene without observing that it is fuperior in its kind to any of those that pass be- tween Romeo and Juliet ; and holds up the most captivat- ing picture of juvenile affection that has been exhibited , even by S. himself . The prince ...
... fcene without observing that it is fuperior in its kind to any of those that pass be- tween Romeo and Juliet ; and holds up the most captivat- ing picture of juvenile affection that has been exhibited , even by S. himself . The prince ...
Pàgina 63
... fcene respecting Sir Andrew : he fays of himself , " Methinks fometimes I have no more wit than a Chrif- tian , or an ordinary man has ; but I am a great eater of beef , and I believe that does harm to my wit . " Sir Toby fays , What is ...
... fcene respecting Sir Andrew : he fays of himself , " Methinks fometimes I have no more wit than a Chrif- tian , or an ordinary man has ; but I am a great eater of beef , and I believe that does harm to my wit . " Sir Toby fays , What is ...
Pàgina 66
... fcene , the duke orders Cefario , Good youth , addrefs thy gait unto her : Be not deny'd accefs , ftand at her doors , And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow , Till thou have audience . ( 12 ) Pregnant enemy ] Is , I believe ...
... fcene , the duke orders Cefario , Good youth , addrefs thy gait unto her : Be not deny'd accefs , ftand at her doors , And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow , Till thou have audience . ( 12 ) Pregnant enemy ] Is , I believe ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 212 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 205 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Pàgina 217 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 209 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pàgina 233 - No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 72 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina 60 - 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.
Pàgina 226 - That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pàgina 36 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pàgina 236 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.