The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 9 |
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... Gothic idea ( says he ) , which is criti- cally repeated by modern artists , seems to be , that it occupies but little room on canvass or marble ; for chubby unmeaning faces , with duck's wings tucked under them , are all the ...
... Gothic idea ( says he ) , which is criti- cally repeated by modern artists , seems to be , that it occupies but little room on canvass or marble ; for chubby unmeaning faces , with duck's wings tucked under them , are all the ...
Page 150
... Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a Black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE - Rome ; and the Country ...
... Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a Black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE - Rome ; and the Country ...
Page 152
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
Page 153
... Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People following . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and Trrus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning 7 ** SC . I. 153 TITUS ANDRONICUS . Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy ...
... Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People following . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and Trrus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning 7 ** SC . I. 153 TITUS ANDRONICUS . Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy ...
Page 154
... Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword . Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy sons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? - Make way to lay them by their brethren . [ The Tomb is ...
... Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword . Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy sons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? - Make way to lay them by their brethren . [ The Tomb is ...
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Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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Page 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Page 433 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 375 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Page 374 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Page 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Page 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Page 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?