The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 10 |
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dle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find those persons , whose names are here writ , and can never find what names the writing person hath here ...
dle with his yard , and the tailor with his last , the fisher with his pencil , and the painter with his nets ; but I am sent to find those persons , whose names are here writ , and can never find what names the writing person hath here ...
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And these , —who , often drown'd , could never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . 4 We still say in cant language -- to ...
And these , —who , often drown'd , could never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . 4 We still say in cant language -- to ...
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Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; And she was wean'd , I never shall forget it , Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting ...
Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; And she was wean'd , I never shall forget it , Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting ...
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I warrant , an I should live a thousand years , I never should forget it ; Wilt thou not Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and said - Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurse .
I warrant , an I should live a thousand years , I never should forget it ; Wilt thou not Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and said - Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurse .
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He jests at scars , that never felt a wound . [ JULIET appears above , at a Window . 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 ...
He jests at scars , that never felt a wound . [ JULIET appears above , at a Window . 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 ...
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Page 192 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 192 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 183 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 214 - 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 254 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Page 215 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Page 25 - 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 395 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Page 186 - 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 343 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 10 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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