The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volum 3Little, Brown, 1863 |
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Pàgina 22
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. in love , may sigh it off . Send after the Duke , and appeal to him . Claud . I have done so , but he's not to be found . I pr'ythee , Lucio , do me this kind service . This day my sister should the ...
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. in love , may sigh it off . Send after the Duke , and appeal to him . Claud . I have done so , but he's not to be found . I pr'ythee , Lucio , do me this kind service . This day my sister should the ...
Pàgina 35
... day ! If you live to see this come to pass , say Pompey told you so . Escal . Thank you , good Pompey ; and , in re- quital of your prophecy , hark you : - I advise you , let me not find you before me again upon any com- plaint ...
... day ! If you live to see this come to pass , say Pompey told you so . Escal . Thank you , good Pompey ; and , in re- quital of your prophecy , hark you : - I advise you , let me not find you before me again upon any com- plaint ...
Pàgina 68
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. Duke . None , but that there is so great a fever on goodness , that the dissolution ... day's news . I pray you , sir , of what disposition was the Duke ? Escal . One that , above all other strifes ...
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. Duke . None , but that there is so great a fever on goodness , that the dissolution ... day's news . I pray you , sir , of what disposition was the Duke ? Escal . One that , above all other strifes ...
Pàgina 70
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. ACT IV . SCENE I. - A Room at the Moated Grange . MARIANA discovered sitting : a Boy singing . T SONG . AKE , O ! take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day ...
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. ACT IV . SCENE I. - A Room at the Moated Grange . MARIANA discovered sitting : a Boy singing . T SONG . AKE , O ! take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day ...
Pàgina 78
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. and , indeed , his fact , till now in the government of Lord Angelo , came not ... day , if not many days entirely drunk . We have very oft awak'd him , as if to carry him to execution , and show'd ...
... Shakespeare, Richard Grant White. and , indeed , his fact , till now in the government of Lord Angelo , came not ... day , if not many days entirely drunk . We have very oft awak'd him , as if to carry him to execution , and show'd ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 443 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 56 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and inccrtain thoughts Imagine howling ! — 'tis too horrible.
Pàgina 53 - Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Pàgina 14 - 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. Spirits are not finely touch'd...
Pàgina 387 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Pàgina 352 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Pàgina 54 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Pàgina 41 - Than the soft myrtle : but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, — Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pàgina 367 - Birone they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Pàgina 443 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...