Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Bind 3Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Side 26
... hast most kindly hit it . Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is my pump well flowered . Mer . Well said : follow me this jest now ...
... hast most kindly hit it . Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is my pump well flowered . Mer . Well said : follow me this jest now ...
Side 28
... Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away . Nurse . Peter , stay at the gate . [ Exit PETER . Jul . Now , good sweet nurse , -O lord ! why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily ; If good , thou sham'st the music ...
... Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away . Nurse . Peter , stay at the gate . [ Exit PETER . Jul . Now , good sweet nurse , -O lord ! why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily ; If good , thou sham'st the music ...
Side 30
... hast . Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou hast hazel eyes : what eye , but such an eye , would spy out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quar- rels , as an egg is full of ...
... hast . Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou hast hazel eyes : what eye , but such an eye , would spy out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quar- rels , as an egg is full of ...
Side 35
... hast amaz'd me : by my holy order , I thought thy disposition better temper'd . Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady , too , that lives in thee , By doing damned hate upon thyself ? Why rail'st thou on thy ...
... hast amaz'd me : by my holy order , I thought thy disposition better temper'd . Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady , too , that lives in thee , By doing damned hate upon thyself ? Why rail'st thou on thy ...
Side 39
... hast thou not a word of joy ! Some comfort , nurse . Nurse . Faith , here ' tis . Romeo Is banished ; and all the world to nothing , That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; Or , if he do , it needs must be by stealth . Then ...
... hast thou not a word of joy ! Some comfort , nurse . Nurse . Faith , here ' tis . Romeo Is banished ; and all the world to nothing , That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; Or , if he do , it needs must be by stealth . Then ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo bear Ben Jonson blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio character Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Cordelia CORIOLANUS Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth drama edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio follow fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iago is't Juliet Kent king lady Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony means mind nature never night noble Nurse Othello passage passion play Plutarch Poet Poet's POLONIUS Pompey poor pray quarto Queen Roman Rome Romeo SCENE sense Shakespeare soldier speak spirit stand Stevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus Tybalt unto villain word
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Side 43 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Side 31 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Side 61 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Side 4 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy ; the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong — Between whose endless jar justice resides — Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power,...
Side 40 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and - as I may say - whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Side 46 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 22 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak ; — such was the process \— And of the cannibals that each other eat. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Side 32 - Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 16 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Side 51 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.