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 4F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Page 122
... Leon . No , in good earnest.— How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought , I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
... Leon . No , in good earnest.— How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought , I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
Page 123
... Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in Sicily , be cheap : Next to thyself ...
... Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in Sicily , be cheap : Next to thyself ...
Page 124
... Leon . What ! Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort.- Cam . Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go play , Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest [ Exit MAMILLIUS . man.- - Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make ...
... Leon . What ! Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort.- Cam . Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go play , Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest [ Exit MAMILLIUS . man.- - Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make ...
Page 125
... Leon . Cam . Leon . Ay , but why ? Ha ? Stays here longer . Cam . To satisfy your highness , and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress . Leon . Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ? —— satisfy ? Let that suffice . I have ...
... Leon . Cam . Leon . Ay , but why ? Ha ? Stays here longer . Cam . To satisfy your highness , and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress . Leon . Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ? —— satisfy ? Let that suffice . I have ...
Page 126
... Leon . To bide upon't ; -Thou art not honest : or , If thou inclin'st that way , thou art a coward ; Which hoxes honesty behind , ' restraining From course requir'd : Or else thou must be counted A servant , grafted in my serious trust ...
... Leon . To bide upon't ; -Thou art not honest : or , If thou inclin'st that way , thou art a coward ; Which hoxes honesty behind , ' restraining From course requir'd : Or else thou must be counted A servant , grafted in my serious trust ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen Rosse SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signifies signior sister sleep speak STEEVENS sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife WINTER'S TALE Witch word
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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...