The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 16R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Pagina 9
... better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. RICH . We thank you both : yet one but flat- ters us , 8 As well appeareth by the cause you come * ; Namely , to appeal ...
... better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. RICH . We thank you both : yet one but flat- ters us , 8 As well appeareth by the cause you come * ; Namely , to appeal ...
Pagina 14
... better ) connect , without the inserted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and just there too , the rhyming verses are of a much better taste than all the others , which rather strengthens my conjecture . РОРЕ . " This observation ...
... better ) connect , without the inserted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and just there too , the rhyming verses are of a much better taste than all the others , which rather strengthens my conjecture . РОРЕ . " This observation ...
Pagina 29
... better if the author had written what his commentator substitutes ; but the rhyme , to which sense is too often enslaved , obliged Shakspeare to write jest , and obliges us to read it . JOHNSON . The commentators forget that to jest ...
... better if the author had written what his commentator substitutes ; but the rhyme , to which sense is too often enslaved , obliged Shakspeare to write jest , and obliges us to read it . JOHNSON . The commentators forget that to jest ...
Pagina 32
... better . WARBURTON . To this note , written with such an appearance of taste and judgement , I am afraid every reader will not subscribe . It is true , that " peace awake is still peace , as well as when asleep ; " but peace awakened by ...
... better . WARBURTON . To this note , written with such an appearance of taste and judgement , I am afraid every reader will not subscribe . It is true , that " peace awake is still peace , as well as when asleep ; " but peace awakened by ...
Pagina 52
... better with bonds ? Inky bolts are written restrictions . So , in The Honest Man's Fortune , by Beaumont and Fletcher , Act IV . Sc . I. : 2 - 66 manacling itself " In gyves of parchment . " STEEVENS . Inky blots , " is a contemptuous ...
... better with bonds ? Inky bolts are written restrictions . So , in The Honest Man's Fortune , by Beaumont and Fletcher , Act IV . Sc . I. : 2 - 66 manacling itself " In gyves of parchment . " STEEVENS . Inky blots , " is a contemptuous ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volume 16 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1821 |
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Pagina 147 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 102 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 387 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pagina 206 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Pagina 111 - God's name, let it go : I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Pagina 291 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Pagina 212 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign's!
Pagina 34 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Pagina 307 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pagina 100 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.