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, Том 9H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... fure the hardest science , to forget . " Pope's Elifa . The STEEVENS . And Montague is bound- ] This fpeech is not in the first quarto . That of 1599 has - But Montague . - In that of 1609 and the folio , But is omitted . The reading of ...
... fure the hardest science , to forget . " Pope's Elifa . The STEEVENS . And Montague is bound- ] This fpeech is not in the first quarto . That of 1599 has - But Montague . - In that of 1609 and the folio , But is omitted . The reading of ...
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... fure in an affembly of beauties , which young folk feel in that season when they are most gay and amorous , was furely as much as the old man ought to fay : That it was May , thus dremid me , " In time of love and jolite , " That al ...
... fure in an affembly of beauties , which young folk feel in that season when they are most gay and amorous , was furely as much as the old man ought to fay : That it was May , thus dremid me , " In time of love and jolite , " That al ...
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... fure that it is neceffary . The poet might have ufed fcales for the entire machine . MALONE . 7 - let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome other maid ] Your lady's love is the love you bear to your lady , which in our language ...
... fure that it is neceffary . The poet might have ufed fcales for the entire machine . MALONE . 7 - let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome other maid ] Your lady's love is the love you bear to your lady , which in our language ...
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... fure I have in my whole five . " Mercutio is here also the speaker . In the first quarto the line ftands thus : " Three times in that , ere once in our right wits . " When the poet altered " three times " to " five times , " he ...
... fure I have in my whole five . " Mercutio is here also the speaker . In the first quarto the line ftands thus : " Three times in that , ere once in our right wits . " When the poet altered " three times " to " five times , " he ...
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... fure run mad . Ben . Tybalt ; the kinfman of old Capulet , Hath fent a letter to his father's houfe . Mer . A challenge , on my life . Ben . Romeo will anfwer it . Mer . Any man , that can write , may anfwer a letter . Ben . Nay , he ...
... fure run mad . Ben . Tybalt ; the kinfman of old Capulet , Hath fent a letter to his father's houfe . Mer . A challenge , on my life . Ben . Romeo will anfwer it . Mer . Any man , that can write , may anfwer a letter . Ben . Nay , he ...
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Сторінка 392 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Сторінка 88 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Сторінка 391 - 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 her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Сторінка 319 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Сторінка 343 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work ; For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon : O, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.
Сторінка 101 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Сторінка 198 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Сторінка 41 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 226 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Сторінка 258 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.