The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night |
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Page ix
Yet it seems not a little questionable whether both he and Knight have not fallen into a serious error ; though it must be confessed that such error , if it be one , is on the right side , inasmuch as their fidelity to the original text ...
Yet it seems not a little questionable whether both he and Knight have not fallen into a serious error ; though it must be confessed that such error , if it be one , is on the right side , inasmuch as their fidelity to the original text ...
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In case of evident or probable misprints we avail ourselves of all the editorial suggestions within our reach : where the misprint is unquestionable , the correction is sometimes made without remark ; where there seems to be any room ...
In case of evident or probable misprints we avail ourselves of all the editorial suggestions within our reach : where the misprint is unquestionable , the correction is sometimes made without remark ; where there seems to be any room ...
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... changes amounting almost to a total revolution , since the Chiswick edition was published . And we dwell the more upon what Shakespeare seems to have taken from preceding writers , because it exhibits him , where we like most to ...
... changes amounting almost to a total revolution , since the Chiswick edition was published . And we dwell the more upon what Shakespeare seems to have taken from preceding writers , because it exhibits him , where we like most to ...
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... but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin , where it seem'd to raise .
... but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin , where it seem'd to raise .
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Look , how the father's face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind , and manners , brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines ; In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish'd at the ...
Look , how the father's face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind , and manners , brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines ; In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandish'd at the ...
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Page 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Page 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Page xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 72 - 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 waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 93 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 92 - 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...