The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Bind 6Redfield, 1853 |
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Side 15
... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt * and firstlings of those broils , Beginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . - Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now , good or ...
... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt * and firstlings of those broils , Beginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . - Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now , good or ...
Side 16
... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , - So , traitor ! -when she comes ! -When is she thence ? Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -when my heart ...
... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , - So , traitor ! -when she comes ! -When is she thence ? Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -when my heart ...
Side 17
... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O ! that her hand , In whose comparison all whites are ink , Writing their own reproach : to whose soft ...
... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O ! that her hand , In whose comparison all whites are ink , Writing their own reproach : to whose soft ...
Side 18
... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus ! -O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as ...
... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus ! -O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as ...
Side 31
... fair message to his kingly ears ? Agam . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm , ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general . Ene . Fair leave , and large security . A stranger to those most ...
... fair message to his kingly ears ? Agam . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm , ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general . Ene . Fair leave , and large security . A stranger to those most ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Aufidius Bassianus blood brother CAPULET Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav folio fool friends give gods Goths hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither honour Juliet lady Lavinia live look lord Lucius Marcius MENENIUS Mercutio mother ne'er night noble Nurse PANDARUS Paris Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto Roman Rome Romeo SCENE Senators Serv Servant shalt speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain Volsces What's word
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Side 327 - ROmeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Side 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Side 29 - 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, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Side 305 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Side 28 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny...
Side 308 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Side 307 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay : And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear^st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Side 298 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Side 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion ; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Side 64 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.