The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 11Little, Brown, 1862 |
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Page 11
... follow them . Of the few stage directions there are enough which record a spectator's impression , instead of issuing a stage manager's order , to show that , like those in the first edition of Romeo and Juliet , they are due to ...
... follow them . Of the few stage directions there are enough which record a spectator's impression , instead of issuing a stage manager's order , to show that , like those in the first edition of Romeo and Juliet , they are due to ...
Page 13
... follow them in the perfect soliloquy . The rest is all tangled and disordered , though but slightly defective , and shows in its very confusion of parts that it represents the perfect speech . Notice the misplacement of lines , such as ...
... follow them in the perfect soliloquy . The rest is all tangled and disordered , though but slightly defective , and shows in its very confusion of parts that it represents the perfect speech . Notice the misplacement of lines , such as ...
Page 32
... follows , that you know , young Fortinbras , Holding a weak supposal of our worth , Or thinking , by our late dear brother's death Our State to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with the dream of his advantage , He hath not fail ...
... follows , that you know , young Fortinbras , Holding a weak supposal of our worth , Or thinking , by our late dear brother's death Our State to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with the dream of his advantage , He hath not fail ...
Page 43
... follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell : my blessing season this in thee ! Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants tend . Laer ...
... follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell : my blessing season this in thee ! Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants tend . Laer ...
Page 47
... follow it . Hor . Do not , my lord . Ham . Why , what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : -I'll follow it ...
... follow it . Hor . Do not , my lord . Ham . Why , what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : -I'll follow it ...
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Page 83 - 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...
Page 152 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 78 - 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 ; 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...
Page 86 - 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...
Page 87 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question}: of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 428 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 109 - Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Page 49 - 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 ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Page 34 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms...
Page 270 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.