The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... should have been killed by him . Yet he thinks him no fuch formida- ble perfon , but that he might have lived through the play , and died in his bed , without danger to a poet . Dry- den well knew , had he been in queft of truth , that ...
... should have been killed by him . Yet he thinks him no fuch formida- ble perfon , but that he might have lived through the play , and died in his bed , without danger to a poet . Dry- den well knew , had he been in queft of truth , that ...
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... should have been killed by him . Yet he thinks him no fuch formida ble perfon , but that he might have lived through the play , and died in his bed , without danger to a poet . Dryden well knew , had he been in queft of truth , that ...
... should have been killed by him . Yet he thinks him no fuch formida ble perfon , but that he might have lived through the play , and died in his bed , without danger to a poet . Dryden well knew , had he been in queft of truth , that ...
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... Should in the furtheft east begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf ...
... Should in the furtheft east begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf ...
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... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should , without eyes , fee path - ways to his will ! Where fhall we dine ? Oh me ! -What fray was here ? Yet tell me not , for I have ...
... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should , without eyes , fee path - ways to his will ! Where fhall we dine ? Oh me ! -What fray was here ? Yet tell me not , for I have ...
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... should forget to think ! Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers , exquifite , in queftion more : These Thefe happy masks , that kiss fair ladies ' brows 10 Aa I. ROMEO AND ...
... should forget to think ! Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers , exquifite , in queftion more : These Thefe happy masks , that kiss fair ladies ' brows 10 Aa I. ROMEO AND ...
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Page 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 67 - 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...
Page 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Page 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...