Manuscript Corrections from a Copy of the Fourth Folio of Shakespeare's Plays

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Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854 - 51 Seiten
 

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Seite 36 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? wherefore base?
Seite 21 - Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently : For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.
Seite 25 - This supernatural soliciting 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?
Seite 16 - O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.
Seite 23 - When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
Seite 26 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Seite 42 - If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why then she lives. Kent. Is this the promised end? Edgar. Or image of that horror? Albany. Fall and cease.
Seite 45 - I cannot speak enough of this content ; It stops me here ; it is too much of joy ; And this, and this, the greatest discords be [Kissing her.
Seite 27 - But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Seite 30 - I pall in resolution. / languish in my constancy, my confidence begins to forsake me. It is scarcely necessary to observe how easily pall might be changed into pull by a negligent writer, or mistaken for it by an unskilful printer.

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