The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... scene in a country . " As it could not be doubtful against whom this attack was directed , we cannot wonder that Shak- speare should be hurt by it : or that he should expostu- late on the occasion rather warmly with Chettle as the ...
... scene in a country . " As it could not be doubtful against whom this attack was directed , we cannot wonder that Shak- speare should be hurt by it : or that he should expostu- late on the occasion rather warmly with Chettle as the ...
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... scenes of Henry IV . , Falstaff was insusceptible of love : and the egregious dupe of Windsor , ducked and cudgelled as he was , cannot be ... scene where he could not subsist . ferior to her in the arts of government and in 24 THE LIFE OF.
... scenes of Henry IV . , Falstaff was insusceptible of love : and the egregious dupe of Windsor , ducked and cudgelled as he was , cannot be ... scene where he could not subsist . ferior to her in the arts of government and in 24 THE LIFE OF.
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... scene of our perishable globe , It were to be wished that the two preceding inscriptions were more worthy , than they are , of the tomb to which they are attached . It would be gratifying if we could give any faith to the tradition ...
... scene of our perishable globe , It were to be wished that the two preceding inscriptions were more worthy , than they are , of the tomb to which they are attached . It would be gratifying if we could give any faith to the tradition ...
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... scenes . He says , His ( Shak- speare's ) first defect is that to which may be imputed most of the evil in books or in men . He sacrifices virtue to convenience ; and is so much more careful to please than to instruct that he seems to ...
... scenes . He says , His ( Shak- speare's ) first defect is that to which may be imputed most of the evil in books or in men . He sacrifices virtue to convenience ; and is so much more careful to please than to instruct that he seems to ...
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... scene between John and Hubert , where the monarch endeavours to work up his agent to the royal purposes of murder , the former says , -If thou couldst Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone ...
... scene between John and Hubert , where the monarch endeavours to work up his agent to the royal purposes of murder , the former says , -If thou couldst Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone ...
Términos y frases comunes
ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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Página 39 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Página 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Página 47 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Página 89 - 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...
Página 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Página 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Página 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Página 81 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
Página 334 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...