A New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet. 1871J.B. Lippincott Company, 1871 "As editor of the "New Variorum" editions of Shakespeare—also called the "Furness Variorum"—he collected in a single source 300 years of references, antecedent works, influences and commentaries. He devoted more than forty years to the series, completing the annotation of sixteen plays. His son, Horace Howard Furness, Jr. (1865–1930), joined as co-editor of the Variorum's later volumes, and continued the project after the father's death, annotating three additional plays and revising two others."--Wikipedia |
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... nature ever presents two sides , one for Heraclitus and one for Democ- ritus , he has , by way of prelude , shown the laughable absurdity of the evil by the contagion of it reaching the servants , who have so little to do with it , but ...
... nature ever presents two sides , one for Heraclitus and one for Democ- ritus , he has , by way of prelude , shown the laughable absurdity of the evil by the contagion of it reaching the servants , who have so little to do with it , but ...
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... natural scenery , he almost invariably localizes himself with the utmost distinct- He never mistakes the sycamore groves of the south for the birch woods of the north . In such cases he was not required to employ familiar and conven ...
... natural scenery , he almost invariably localizes himself with the utmost distinct- He never mistakes the sycamore groves of the south for the birch woods of the north . In such cases he was not required to employ familiar and conven ...
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... natural that I had made it long before I was aware I had been anticipated . 148. Enter Romeo ] DYCE . The old edd . mark ... nature of the passions that Romeo is already love - bewildered . The necessity of loving creates an object for ...
... natural that I had made it long before I was aware I had been anticipated . 148. Enter Romeo ] DYCE . The old edd . mark ... nature of the passions that Romeo is already love - bewildered . The necessity of loving creates an object for ...
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... nature , which again they are , and Sh . could doubtless have invented them ; but the truth is , that he found them . [ See SCOTT's " Waverley , " chap . liv . ] ED . 161. I am in love ] STA . In the old poem the hero is first ...
... nature , which again they are , and Sh . could doubtless have invented them ; but the truth is , that he found them . [ See SCOTT's " Waverley , " chap . liv . ] ED . 161. I am in love ] STA . In the old poem the hero is first ...
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... comedy , 1620 : " Nature now shall boast no more of the riches of her store ; Since , in this her chiefest prize , all the stock of beauty dies . " Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes 26 [ ACT . I , SC . i ROMEO AND JULIET .
... comedy , 1620 : " Nature now shall boast no more of the riches of her store ; Since , in this her chiefest prize , all the stock of beauty dies . " Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes 26 [ ACT . I , SC . i ROMEO AND JULIET .
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Page 90 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 86 - 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 160 - 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.
Page 271 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 58 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 87 - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night...
Page 56 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state. she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 55 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 56 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 234 - Ha ! let me see her : — out, alas ! she's cold ; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated : Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.