The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 1J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast : where was she born ? speak ; tell me . O , was she so ? I must , Ari . Sir , in Argier.2 Pro . Once in a month ...
... Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast : where was she born ? speak ; tell me . O , was she so ? I must , Ari . Sir , in Argier.2 Pro . Once in a month ...
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... Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . 3 Commands . VOL . I. C Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend Scene II ...
... Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . 3 Commands . VOL . I. C Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend Scene II ...
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... Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , Thou strok'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light , and how the less , That burn by ...
... Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , Thou strok'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light , and how the less , That burn by ...
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... Sycorax , toads , beetles , bats , light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most ...
... Sycorax , toads , beetles , bats , light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most ...
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... Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As greatest does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , • Throat . And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster ...
... Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As greatest does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , • Throat . And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster ...
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Page xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Page xvi - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 75 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page xci - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 32 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page xii - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Page 146 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Page xvii - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page xci - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
Page 308 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.