The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes |
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Strana 18
Lrs . Helen , to you our minds we will unfold : To - morrow night when Phæbe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , ( A time that lovers'flights doth still conceal , ) Through ...
Lrs . Helen , to you our minds we will unfold : To - morrow night when Phæbe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , ( A time that lovers'flights doth still conceal , ) Through ...
Strana 20
... He hail'd down oaths , that he was only mine ; S when Phoebe doth behold , & c . deep midnight . ] Shakspeare has a little forgotten himself . It appears from p . 5. that to - morrow night would be within three nights of the new ...
... He hail'd down oaths , that he was only mine ; S when Phoebe doth behold , & c . deep midnight . ] Shakspeare has a little forgotten himself . It appears from p . 5. that to - morrow night would be within three nights of the new ...
Strana 31
The king doth keep his revels here to night ; Take heed , the queen come not within his fight . For Oberon is passing fell and wrath , Because that she , as her attendant , hath A lovely boy , stol'n from an Indian king ; She never had ...
The king doth keep his revels here to night ; Take heed , the queen come not within his fight . For Oberon is passing fell and wrath , Because that she , as her attendant , hath A lovely boy , stol'n from an Indian king ; She never had ...
Strana 32
So , in Tancred and Guismund , 1592 : but why “ Doth Phæbus ' fifter fbeen despise thy power ? " Again , in the ancient romance of Syr Tryamoure , bl . 1. no date : “ He kysled and toke his leve of the qucne , “ And of other ladies ...
So , in Tancred and Guismund , 1592 : but why “ Doth Phæbus ' fifter fbeen despise thy power ? " Again , in the ancient romance of Syr Tryamoure , bl . 1. no date : “ He kysled and toke his leve of the qucne , “ And of other ladies ...
Strana 35
A like account of Puck is given by Drayton , in his Nymphidia : “ He meeteth Puck , which most men call Hobgoblin , and on him doth fall . “ This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt , “ Still walking like a ragged colt , " And oft out of bed ...
A like account of Puck is given by Drayton , in his Nymphidia : “ He meeteth Puck , which most men call Hobgoblin , and on him doth fall . “ This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt , “ Still walking like a ragged colt , " And oft out of bed ...
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Strana 99 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem ; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart : Two of the first, like coats...
Strana 16 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Strana 401 - Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! BASS.
Strana 456 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Strana 450 - The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now : two thousand ducats in that; and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear ! would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin...
Strana 503 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Strana 394 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Strana 390 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 160 - Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 360 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...