The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 9 |
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I should enter more largely into the subject , but various passages of the poem furnish such a decisive proof of the play's having been constructed upon it , as not to leave , in my apprehension , a shadow of doubt upon the subject .
I should enter more largely into the subject , but various passages of the poem furnish such a decisive proof of the play's having been constructed upon it , as not to leave , in my apprehension , a shadow of doubt upon the subject .
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... how trueBut to himself so secret and so close , So far from sounding and discovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun .
... how trueBut to himself so secret and so close , So far from sounding and discovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun .
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... leave me so , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's some other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who she is you love . Rom . What , shall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben .
... leave me so , you do me wrong . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's some other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who she is you love . Rom . What , shall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben .
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This is the matter : -Nurse , give leave awhile , We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel . Thou know'st , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse .
This is the matter : -Nurse , give leave awhile , We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel . Thou know'st , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse .
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Yes , madam ; Yet I cannot choose but laugh , To think it should leave crying , and say - Ay : And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone ; A parlous knock ; and it cried bitterly .
Yes , madam ; Yet I cannot choose but laugh , To think it should leave crying , and say - Ay : And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone ; A parlous knock ; and it cried bitterly .
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Page 209 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 130 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 191 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Page 136 - 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!
Page 144 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 189 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 217 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 33 - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Page 63 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.