The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Band 4 |
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There is a fair behaviour in thee , captain ; And though that nature with a
beauteous wall Doth oft clofe in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hait a
mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay
thee ...
There is a fair behaviour in thee , captain ; And though that nature with a
beauteous wall Doth oft clofe in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hait a
mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay
thee ...
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What think you of this fool , Malvolio : doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do
, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wite , doth ever
make the better fool . Clo . God send you , fir , a speedy infirmity , for the better ...
What think you of this fool , Malvolio : doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do
, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wite , doth ever
make the better fool . Clo . God send you , fir , a speedy infirmity , for the better ...
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0 , jay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip
no further , pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers ' meeting , Every wise man's
fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clown .
0 , jay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip
no further , pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers ' meeting , Every wise man's
fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clown .
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Then let thy love be younger than thyself , Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :
For women are as roses ; whose fair flower , Being once display'd , doth fall that
very hour . Vio . And so they are : alas , that they are so ; To die , even when they
...
Then let thy love be younger than thyself , Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :
For women are as roses ; whose fair flower , Being once display'd , doth fall that
very hour . Vio . And so they are : alas , that they are so ; To die , even when they
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There is no woman's fides , Can bide the beating of so itrong a passion , As love
doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack
retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite ,No motion of the liver , but the
palate ...
There is no woman's fides , Can bide the beating of so itrong a passion , As love
doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack
retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite ,No motion of the liver , but the
palate ...
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Seite 318 - 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?
Seite 368 - 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.
Seite 293 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 303 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 184 - 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.
Seite 307 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 62 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 290 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 329 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 283 - 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...