The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... appears that several dramas on the present subject had been written before Shakspeare attempted it . See the notes at the con- clusion of this play , which was first entered at Stationer's Hall by Andrew Wise , Oct. 20 , 1597 , under ...
... appears that several dramas on the present subject had been written before Shakspeare attempted it . See the notes at the con- clusion of this play , which was first entered at Stationer's Hall by Andrew Wise , Oct. 20 , 1597 , under ...
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... appear , " Which soon again shut themselves up in one ; " Ready to buckle as the armies were , " Which this brave duke took to himself alone : " & c . Again , in the 22d Song of the Polyolbion : " And thankful to high heaven which of ...
... appear , " Which soon again shut themselves up in one ; " Ready to buckle as the armies were , " Which this brave duke took to himself alone : " & c . Again , in the 22d Song of the Polyolbion : " And thankful to high heaven which of ...
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... appears by many instances in these volumes . Reed . 7 I must perforce ; ] Alluding to the proverb , " Patience perforce , is a medicine for a mad dog . " Steevens . 8 should be mew'd , ] A mew was the place of confinement where a hawk ...
... appears by many instances in these volumes . Reed . 7 I must perforce ; ] Alluding to the proverb , " Patience perforce , is a medicine for a mad dog . " Steevens . 8 should be mew'd , ] A mew was the place of confinement where a hawk ...
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... appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair , natu- rally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity , as well as the apprehension for that of her honour . Whilst she is tearing her hair , and rending the skies ...
... appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair , natu- rally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity , as well as the apprehension for that of her honour . Whilst she is tearing her hair , and rending the skies ...
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... appears to have been the usual request of a beggar . So , in The Cunning Northerne Beggar , bl . 1. an ancient ballad : " For still will I cry , good your worship , good sir , " Bestow one poor denier , Sir . " Steevens . 7 ——— a ...
... appears to have been the usual request of a beggar . So , in The Cunning Northerne Beggar , bl . 1. an ancient ballad : " For still will I cry , good your worship , good sir , " Bestow one poor denier , Sir . " Steevens . 7 ——— a ...
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Стр. 293 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Стр. 12 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Стр. 312 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Стр. 209 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Стр. 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Стр. 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Стр. 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Стр. 177 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Стр. 298 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Стр. 297 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.