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, Zväzok 4H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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Strana 15
... Say , I do fpeak with her , my lord ; What then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love , Surprize her with difcourfe of my dear faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than ...
... Say , I do fpeak with her , my lord ; What then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love , Surprize her with difcourfe of my dear faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than ...
Strana 24
... say ? Vio . Good madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your lord to ne- gotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and fhew you the picture . Look you , fir , fuch a ...
... say ? Vio . Good madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your lord to ne- gotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and fhew you the picture . Look you , fir , fuch a ...
Strana 48
... Say , that fome lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; Muft fhe not then be anfwer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides , Can bide ...
... Say , that fome lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; Muft fhe not then be anfwer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides , Can bide ...
Strana 49
... text : " Patience and Sorrow ftrove , " Who should exprefs her goodlieft . " Again , in Cymbeline , the fame kind of imagery may be traced : VOL . IV . E nobly We men may say more , fwear more : but WHAT YOU WILL . 49.
... text : " Patience and Sorrow ftrove , " Who should exprefs her goodlieft . " Again , in Cymbeline , the fame kind of imagery may be traced : VOL . IV . E nobly We men may say more , fwear more : but WHAT YOU WILL . 49.
Strana 50
... say more , fwear more : but , indeed , Our fhows are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows , but little in our love . Duke . But dy'd thy fifter of her love , my boy ? Vio . I am all the daughters of my father's houfe ...
... say more , fwear more : but , indeed , Our fhows are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows , but little in our love . Duke . But dy'd thy fifter of her love , my boy ? Vio . I am all the daughters of my father's houfe ...
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Strana 320 - 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?
Strana 370 - 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.
Strana 295 - 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...
Strana 305 - 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 309 - 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 292 - 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.
Strana 331 - 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.
Strana 285 - 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...