Tragedies. PoemsG. Routledge & Sons, 1867 |
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Side 13
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
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... blood - stancher . Of course , Shakspere did not allude to the tropical fruit - bearing plant , but to the common plantain of our English marshy grounds and ditches . The plantain was also con- sidered as a preventive of poison ; and to ...
... blood - stancher . Of course , Shakspere did not allude to the tropical fruit - bearing plant , but to the common plantain of our English marshy grounds and ditches . The plantain was also con- sidered as a preventive of poison ; and to ...
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... blood She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter NURSE and PETER . O God , she ...
... blood She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter NURSE and PETER . O God , she ...
Side 39
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
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... blood in a single combat , than a drop of sweat in any honest labour . " 8 SCENE IV . " What counterfeit did I give you ? The slip , sir , the slip . " A counterfeit piece of money and a slip were synonymous ; and in many old dramas we ...
... blood in a single combat , than a drop of sweat in any honest labour . " 8 SCENE IV . " What counterfeit did I give you ? The slip , sir , the slip . " A counterfeit piece of money and a slip were synonymous ; and in many old dramas we ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens beauty better Brabantio Cæsar called Capulet Cassio Cloten copy Cordelia Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth edition Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Flav folio follow fool fortune gentleman give Gloster gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest honour Iach Iago ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT Imogen Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laertes Lear look lord Lucullus madam Malone master Mercutio Michael Cassio mistress nature never night noble Nurse Othello passage Pisanio play poet Polonius poor Posthumus pray quarto reads Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE servant Shakspere Shakspere's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Timon of Athens Tybalt villain wilt word
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Side 124 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Side 127 - 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 124 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Side 124 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Side 106 - Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason ; Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; — that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt, To his own scandal.] Enter Ghost.
Side 22 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Side 206 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Side 318 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
Side 305 - The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, — Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Side 295 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, [Kneels] In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words.