The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volum 9F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pàgina 62
... prince it , much Beyond the trick of others . This Polydore , - The heir of Cymbeline and Britain , whom The king his father call'd Guiderius , —Jove ! When on my three - foot stool I sit , and tell The warlike feats I have done , his ...
... prince it , much Beyond the trick of others . This Polydore , - The heir of Cymbeline and Britain , whom The king his father call'd Guiderius , —Jove ! When on my three - foot stool I sit , and tell The warlike feats I have done , his ...
Pàgina 70
... prince's courage . Away , I pr'ythee . Pis . Well , madam , we must take a short farewell ; Lest , being miss'd , I be suspected of Your carriage from the court . My noble mistress , Here is a box : I had it from the queen ; What's in't ...
... prince's courage . Away , I pr'ythee . Pis . Well , madam , we must take a short farewell ; Lest , being miss'd , I be suspected of Your carriage from the court . My noble mistress , Here is a box : I had it from the queen ; What's in't ...
Pàgina 87
... prince , who retired before him ; yet at this his last appear- ance , we see him fighting gallantly , and falling by the hand of Guiderius . The same persons afterwards speak of him as of a mere ass or ideot ; and yet , Act III . sc . i ...
... prince , who retired before him ; yet at this his last appear- ance , we see him fighting gallantly , and falling by the hand of Guiderius . The same persons afterwards speak of him as of a mere ass or ideot ; and yet , Act III . sc . i ...
Pàgina 94
... prince . Gui . Pray you , fetch him hither . Thersites ' body is as good as Ajax , When neither are alive . Arv . If you'll go fetch him . [ Exit BELARIUS . We'll say our song the whilst . - Brother , begin . Gui . Nay , Cadwal , we ...
... prince . Gui . Pray you , fetch him hither . Thersites ' body is as good as Ajax , When neither are alive . Arv . If you'll go fetch him . [ Exit BELARIUS . We'll say our song the whilst . - Brother , begin . Gui . Nay , Cadwal , we ...
Pàgina 98
... Sienna's brother . ] i . e . ( as I suppose Shakspeare to have meant ) brother to the Prince of Sienna : but , unluckily , Sienna was a re- publick . STEEVENS . Hath alter'd that good picture ? What's thy interest In 98 CYMBELINE .
... Sienna's brother . ] i . e . ( as I suppose Shakspeare to have meant ) brother to the Prince of Sienna : but , unluckily , Sienna was a re- publick . STEEVENS . Hath alter'd that good picture ? What's thy interest In 98 CYMBELINE .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 408 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Pàgina 451 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pàgina 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Pàgina 398 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their -father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both,. That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are yet, I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pàgina 356 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to...
Pàgina 457 - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies : and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,...
Pàgina 65 - 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.
Pàgina 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Pàgina 138 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till pity's self be dead.
Pàgina 410 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : — Ha ! here's three of us are sophisticated ! — Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. — Off, off, you lendings : — Come ; unbutton here.