The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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... kind of respect due to the memory of excellent men , especially of those whom their wit and learning have made famous , to deliver some account of themselves , as well as their works , to posterity . For this reason , how fond do we see ...
... kind of respect due to the memory of excellent men , especially of those whom their wit and learning have made famous , to deliver some account of themselves , as well as their works , to posterity . For this reason , how fond do we see ...
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... kind , to see and know what was the first essay of a fancy like Shakspeare's . Perhaps we are not to look for his beginnings , like those of other authors , among their least perfect writings ; art had so little , and nature so large a ...
... kind , to see and know what was the first essay of a fancy like Shakspeare's . Perhaps we are not to look for his beginnings , like those of other authors , among their least perfect writings ; art had so little , and nature so large a ...
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... kind in Plautus or Terence . Petruchio , in The Taming of the Shrew , is an uncommon piece of humour . The conversation of Benedick and Beatrice , in Much Ado About Nothing , and of Rosalind , in As You Like It , have much wit and ...
... kind in Plautus or Terence . Petruchio , in The Taming of the Shrew , is an uncommon piece of humour . The conversation of Benedick and Beatrice , in Much Ado About Nothing , and of Rosalind , in As You Like It , have much wit and ...
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... kind as almost any thing we have of his . One may observe that the unities are kept here , with an exactness uncommon to the liberties of his writing ; though that was what , I suppose , he valued himself least upon , since his ...
... kind as almost any thing we have of his . One may observe that the unities are kept here , with an exactness uncommon to the liberties of his writing ; though that was what , I suppose , he valued himself least upon , since his ...
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... kind . Cardinal Beanfort , who had murdered the Duke of Gloucester , is shewn , in the last agonies on his death - bed , with the good king praying over him . There is so much terror in one , so much tenderness and moving piety in the ...
... kind . Cardinal Beanfort , who had murdered the Duke of Gloucester , is shewn , in the last agonies on his death - bed , with the good king praying over him . There is so much terror in one , so much tenderness and moving piety in the ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
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Página 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página vi - 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.
Página 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Página 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Página 6 - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Página 1 - 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...
Página 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.