The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 4 |
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... the lodging sweet : Procure me musick ready when he wakes , To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ; And if he chance to speak , be ready straight , And , with a low submissive reverence , Say , —What is it your honour will command ?
... the lodging sweet : Procure me musick ready when he wakes , To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ; And if he chance to speak , be ready straight , And , with a low submissive reverence , Say , —What is it your honour will command ?
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Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man , of such descent , Of such possessions , and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ?
Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour ! O , that a mighty man , of such descent , Of such possessions , and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ?
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heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , -Sirrah , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ? " And come you now with - knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you .
heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , -Sirrah , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ? " And come you now with - knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you .
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Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field , And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field , And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ?
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The patroness of heavenly harmony Then give me leave. 5 Sirrah , young gamester , ] Gamester , in the present instance , has no reference to gaming , and only signifiesma wag , a frolicksome character . 6 Yet 1 hare faced it with a card ...
The patroness of heavenly harmony Then give me leave. 5 Sirrah , young gamester , ] Gamester , in the present instance , has no reference to gaming , and only signifiesma wag , a frolicksome character . 6 Yet 1 hare faced it with a card ...
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Page 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 377 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Page 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Page 323 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Page 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Page 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Page 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
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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: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a ..., Volume 4 The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Illustrated by | Henry Fuseli |
| Publisher | F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
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