The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... made in the Notes , whether upon events or personages , have merely an illustrative purpose the gratification of a reason- - ---- -- able desire to know out of what material Shakespeare built 4 2 INTRODUCTION . 9 - ...
... made in the Notes , whether upon events or personages , have merely an illustrative purpose the gratification of a reason- - ---- -- able desire to know out of what material Shakespeare built 4 2 INTRODUCTION . 9 - ...
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... reason for it : That is my brother's plea , and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year . Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land ! - K. John . A good blunt fellow ...
... reason for it : That is my brother's plea , and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year . Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land ! - K. John . A good blunt fellow ...
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... reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes , And teaches me to kill or hang myself : If I were mad , I should forget my son , Or madly think a babe of clouts were he . I am not mad : too well , too well I feel The different plague of ...
... reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes , And teaches me to kill or hang myself : If I were mad , I should forget my son , Or madly think a babe of clouts were he . I am not mad : too well , too well I feel The different plague of ...
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... reason to be fond of grief . Fare you well : had you such a loss as I , I could give better comfort than you do . I will not keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ...
... reason to be fond of grief . Fare you well : had you such a loss as I , I could give better comfort than you do . I will not keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ...
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... reasons make strange actions . Let us go : If you say ay , the King will not say no . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I.- Canterbury . A Room in the Castle . HE Enter HUBERT and two Attendants . HUBERT . EAT me these irons hot ; and look you ...
... reasons make strange actions . Let us go : If you say ay , the King will not say no . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I.- Canterbury . A Room in the Castle . HE Enter HUBERT and two Attendants . HUBERT . EAT me these irons hot ; and look you ...
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Seite 467 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 380 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Seite 467 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 370 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Seite 199 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Seite 166 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Seite 198 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills...
Seite 293 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Seite 65 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 467 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...