...reservations : and might I speak My untaught mind to you that know your art, I should beseech you not to stnre and gasp And quiver, that the infection of the sense...I always told them. Now, Folco, speak thy speech. . . . Ruggiero. 'Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic vein...

...fulncH of their Import, call Men's spirits from the deep t that pain may thus Be glorified, and paulon, flashing out Like noiseless lightning In a summer's night, Show Nature in her bounds from peak to chum, Awful, but not terrific. MANAGER, " True, my lord i My very words; 'tis what I always told them,...

...you, Ruggiero, Made me to love that scene. Manager. I think, my Lord, We pleased you in it. Ruygiero. Oh, you did, you did ; Yet still with reservations...I always told them. Now, Folco, speak thy speech. . . . Ruggiero. 'Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic vein...

...your sorrowful pantomime, Pass by the sense.*, leave the flesh at rest, And working by the wiuhetks of words Felt in the fulness of their import, call...I always told them. Now, Folco, speak thy speech. . . . , Ruggiero. Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic...

...Men's spirits from the deep ; that pain may thus Be glorified, and passion flashing out Like nois less lightning in a summer's night, Show Nature in her...bounds from peak to chasm, Awful, but not terrific.' And again, his comment on a speech about to be pronounced is admirably good as a piece of critical...

...Plautus, so these tricks May make us shudder. But true art is this, To set aside your sorrowful pantomine, Pass by the senses, leave the flesh at rest, And working...chasm, Awful, but not terrific. Manager. True, my Lord : Now, Folco, speak thy speech. Bruno. A word, my Lord ; The Maddelena's mate is here without, And...

...p. 77. philosophy of art. This play may be considered as a practical exemplification of it. Silisco. We'll have the scene where Brutus from the bench Condemns...I always told them. Now, Folco, speak thy speech. . . . Ruggiero. 'Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic vein...

...My untaught mind to you that know your art, I should beseech you not to stare and gasp And^quiver, that the infection of the sense May make our flesh...I always told them. Now, Folco, speak thy speech. . . . Ruggiero. 'Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic vein...