Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 pages |
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... death , the recollection of his love returns upon him in all its tenderness and force ; and after her death , he all at once forgets his wrongs in the sudden an irrepara- ble sense of his loss . " My wife ! My wife ! What wife ? I have ...
... death , the recollection of his love returns upon him in all its tenderness and force ; and after her death , he all at once forgets his wrongs in the sudden an irrepara- ble sense of his loss . " My wife ! My wife ! What wife ? I have ...
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William Hazlitt. his revenge has been , and yields only to fixed and death - like despair . His farewell speech , before he kills himself , in which he conveys his reasons to the senate for the murder of his wife , is equal to the first ...
William Hazlitt. his revenge has been , and yields only to fixed and death - like despair . His farewell speech , before he kills himself , in which he conveys his reasons to the senate for the murder of his wife , is equal to the first ...
Page 68
... death of his wife , and bids her dismiss her attendant for the night , she answers , " I will , my Lord . Emilia . How goes it now ? He looks gentler than he did . ” Shakspeare has here put into half a line what some authors would have ...
... death of his wife , and bids her dismiss her attendant for the night , she answers , " I will , my Lord . Emilia . How goes it now ? He looks gentler than he did . ” Shakspeare has here put into half a line what some authors would have ...
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... death to the many , and in which the spectators halloo and encourage the strong to set upon the weak , and cry havock in the chase , though they do not share in the spoil . We may depend upon it that what men delight to read in books ...
... death to the many , and in which the spectators halloo and encourage the strong to set upon the weak , and cry havock in the chase , though they do not share in the spoil . We may depend upon it that what men delight to read in books ...
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William Hazlitt. Death , that dark spirit , in's nervy arm doth lie , Which being advanc'd , declines , and then men die . " Coriolanus himself is a complete character : his love of reputation , his contempt of popular opinion , his ...
William Hazlitt. Death , that dark spirit , in's nervy arm doth lie , Which being advanc'd , declines , and then men die . " Coriolanus himself is a complete character : his love of reputation , his contempt of popular opinion , his ...
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Page 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 127 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Page 251 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Page 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Page 318 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 154 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...