The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 sider |
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Side xxviii
... scenery . This opinion is confirmed by the ancient stage directions . In the folio Shakspeare , of 1623 , we read , " Enter Brutus , in his orchard . " " Enter Timon , in the woods . " " Enter Timon , from his cave xxviii . THE LIFE OF.
... scenery . This opinion is confirmed by the ancient stage directions . In the folio Shakspeare , of 1623 , we read , " Enter Brutus , in his orchard . " " Enter Timon , in the woods . " " Enter Timon , from his cave xxviii . THE LIFE OF.
Side 134
... Brutus , Covering discretion with a coat of folly ; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring , and be most delicate . ACT III . CHORUS . DESCRIPTION OF A FLEET SETTING SAIL . Suppose that you have seen The ...
... Brutus , Covering discretion with a coat of folly ; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring , and be most delicate . ACT III . CHORUS . DESCRIPTION OF A FLEET SETTING SAIL . Suppose that you have seen The ...
Side 229
... Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus , and Cesar : What should be in that Cesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together , yours is as fair a name ; Sound them ...
... Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus , and Cesar : What should be in that Cesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together , yours is as fair a name ; Sound them ...
Side 230
... BRUTUS'S APOSTROPHE TO CONSPIRACY . O conspiracy ! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ! O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none ...
... BRUTUS'S APOSTROPHE TO CONSPIRACY . O conspiracy ! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ! O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none ...
Side 231
... BRUTUS . You have ungently , Brutus , Stole from my bed ; and gesternight at supper , You suddenly arose , and walk'd about , Musing , and sighing , with your arms across : And when I ask'd you what the matter was , You star'd upon me ...
... BRUTUS . You have ungently , Brutus , Stole from my bed ; and gesternight at supper , You suddenly arose , and walk'd about , Musing , and sighing , with your arms across : And when I ask'd you what the matter was , You star'd upon me ...
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Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words wretch youth
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Side 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Side 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Side 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Side 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Side 101 - 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.
Side 125 - 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 ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Side 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Side 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Side 216 - ... 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.