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 1Little, Brown, 1871 |
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Page xx
... , and broke his solemn oath ; " " His scandal of retire ; set him down to sleep " " those powers . our coast " " the wind who woos , " " my armed knees 99.66 have arriv'd who bowed ; وو " Earth hath swallowed all my охх PREFACE .
... , and broke his solemn oath ; " " His scandal of retire ; set him down to sleep " " those powers . our coast " " the wind who woos , " " my armed knees 99.66 have arriv'd who bowed ; وو " Earth hath swallowed all my охх PREFACE .
Page xxxix
... hath offended but as in a dream " : - I am not sure that , strange and contradictory as the original reading , " He hath but as offended , " & c . , seems to us , it is not warranted by the idiom of Shakespeare's day . 66 to fine the ...
... hath offended but as in a dream " : - I am not sure that , strange and contradictory as the original reading , " He hath but as offended , " & c . , seems to us , it is not warranted by the idiom of Shakespeare's day . 66 to fine the ...
Page lii
... Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair . greater part of the Note upon this passage is superfluous . The passage is far from being so obscure as it appeared to me when looked at through a cloud of commentary . Aufidius is impressing upon ...
... Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair . greater part of the Note upon this passage is superfluous . The passage is far from being so obscure as it appeared to me when looked at through a cloud of commentary . Aufidius is impressing upon ...
Page xxx
... Hath- away . But it is a stubborn and unwise idolatry which resists such evidence as this , an idolatry which would exempt Shakespeare , and not only him , but all with whom he became connected , from human passion and human frailty ...
... Hath- away . But it is a stubborn and unwise idolatry which resists such evidence as this , an idolatry which would exempt Shakespeare , and not only him , but all with whom he became connected , from human passion and human frailty ...
Page xxxiv
... Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Of your complexion . Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i ' faith ? Vio . About your ...
... Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Of your complexion . Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i ' faith ? Vio . About your ...
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Page 186 - And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 180 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest...
Page ccii - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 169 - O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.
Page 217 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having...
Page 162 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page xciii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Page 218 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Page lxii - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Page ccxxii - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.