Much Adoe about Nothing: Shakespeare

Front Cover
Lippincott, 1899 - 420 pages
 

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 149 - ... they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together ; clubs cannot part them.
Page 241 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 356 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 47 - For occasion (as it is in the common verse) turneth a bald noddle after she hath presented her locks in front, and no hold taken...
Page 42 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 61 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 337 - Occidentals at the end of the sixteenth century and the beginning of the seventeenth.
Page 126 - By faith Moses, when he was born, was hid three months of his parents, because they saw he was a proper child; and they were not afraid of the king's commandment.
Page 50 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. If it confess A natural guiltiness, such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life. Ang.. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense that my sense breeds with it.
Page 236 - Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come : so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might ; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.

Bibliographic information