The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight]. [8 vols. The vol. containing the biogr. is of the 3rd ed.]. |
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... doth share the glory , That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ; So shall you share all that he doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurse . No less ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly ...
... doth share the glory , That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ; So shall you share all that he doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurse . No less ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly ...
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... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
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... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! d Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night a Thus ( 4 ) . ( C ) and folio , walk about . b This passage , to " More ...
... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! d Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night a Thus ( 4 ) . ( C ) and folio , walk about . b This passage , to " More ...
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... Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art up - rous ' d by some distemp❜rature , Or if not so , then here I hit it right- Our Romeo hath not been in bed to - night . Rom ...
... Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art up - rous ' d by some distemp❜rature , Or if not so , then here I hit it right- Our Romeo hath not been in bed to - night . Rom ...
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... Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting : -Villain am 1 none ; Therefore , farewell ; I see thou know'st me not . Tyb . Boy , this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me ; therefore turn , and draw . Rom ...
... Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting : -Villain am 1 none ; Therefore , farewell ; I see thou know'st me not . Tyb . Boy , this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me ; therefore turn , and draw . Rom ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo blood Brutus Cæsar called Cassio copy Coriolanus Cres Cressida Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio follow fool friends give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour Iach Iago ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means nature never night noble Nurse original Othello Pandarus passage play poet Polonius poor pray quarto Queen Roman Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE senate servant Shakspere Shakspere's soul speak speech stand Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus Troilus and Cressida Tybalt Ulyss unto villain word
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Seite 127 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 424 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Seite 155 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
Seite 87 - But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Seite 122 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 54 - 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.
Seite 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek," hath been . So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 104 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Seite 122 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd...
Seite 129 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: Pray you, avoid it.