The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Volume 7Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
Common terms and phrases
Arviragus Augustus Cæsar beauty Belarius beseech Boccaccio boys Britain Briton brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd cave character Cloten conj court Cymbeline Cymbeline's palace dead death doth drama emendation of Ff Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear Fidele fool garments Gent gentleman give gods Guiderius Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven's gate heavens Holinshed honor husband Iach Iachimo Imogen ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Italy Jailers Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady leave Leonatus live look lord Lucius madam master mean Milford-Haven mistress mother nature noble play plot Poet's poison Polydore Post Posthumus praise pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter revenge Roman scene Shakespeare Sici speak story sweet ta'en tell tender thee Theobald thing thou art thought tion tribute true villain wager What's wife woman words worthy youth
Popular passages
Page x - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Page 113 - I'll willingly to him : To gain his colour, 6 I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
Page viii - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 117 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 81 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 47 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 48 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 116 - Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie Without a monument! — bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.
Page xxvi - Adopt your homely ways, and dress, A shepherd, thou a shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality: Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea : and I would have Some claim upon thee, if I could, Though but of common neighbourhood. What joy to hear thee, and to see ! Thy elder brother I would be, Thy father, anything to thee.
Page 117 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...