The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
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... enter'd thus , he waxed like a fea ; And in the brunt of feventeen battles fince , He lurched all fwords o ' th ' garland . Before and in Corioli , let me fay , For this laft , I cannot speak him home : he ftopt the flyers , And by his ...
... enter'd thus , he waxed like a fea ; And in the brunt of feventeen battles fince , He lurched all fwords o ' th ' garland . Before and in Corioli , let me fay , For this laft , I cannot speak him home : he ftopt the flyers , And by his ...
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... enter in your mind of love : Be merry , and employ your chiefeft thoughts To courtship , and fuch fair oftents of love , As fhall conveniently become you there . And even there , his eye being big with tears , Turning his face , he put ...
... enter in your mind of love : Be merry , and employ your chiefeft thoughts To courtship , and fuch fair oftents of love , As fhall conveniently become you there . And even there , his eye being big with tears , Turning his face , he put ...
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... by one purfue , if you give way , Or hedge afide from the direct forthright , Like to an enter'd tide , they all rush by , And leave you hindmoft- Ta Or , like a gallant horfe , fall'n in first The Beauties of Shakspeare . 137.
... by one purfue , if you give way , Or hedge afide from the direct forthright , Like to an enter'd tide , they all rush by , And leave you hindmoft- Ta Or , like a gallant horfe , fall'n in first The Beauties of Shakspeare . 137.
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... Enter Ferdinand , bearing a Log . FERDINAND . HERE be fome fports are painful , but their labour Delight in them fets off : fome kinds of baseness re nobly undergone , and most poor matters oint to rich ends . This my mean task wou'd be ...
... Enter Ferdinand , bearing a Log . FERDINAND . HERE be fome fports are painful , but their labour Delight in them fets off : fome kinds of baseness re nobly undergone , and most poor matters oint to rich ends . This my mean task wou'd be ...
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... Enter Duke , Claudio , and Provost . DUKE . So , then you've hope of pardon from Lord Angelo ? A breath thou art , Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only Hope I've hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be ...
... Enter Duke , Claudio , and Provost . DUKE . So , then you've hope of pardon from Lord Angelo ? A breath thou art , Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only Hope I've hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be ...
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againſt Antony Antony and Cleopatra Apem blood Brutus Caffius Clown Coriolanus Cymbeline death deed doft thou doth Duke Exeunt eyes falfe father fear feem fhall fhew fhould firft fleep fmile fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fweet fword Gentlemen of Verona Ghoft give grace Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry IV himſelf honour Iago Ibid Ifab itſelf Julius Cæfar King Henry King Lear King Richard King Richard III Lady Lear look Lord Macb Macbeth Meaſure Merchant of Venice moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf never night noble Othello pleaſe Pleb poor Prince purpoſe reafon Romeo ſhall ſhe ſpeak tears tell thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens tongue uſe whofe Winter's Tale yourſelf
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Seite 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Seite 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Seite 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 67 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.