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८८ Academici ętate animi animo arbitror Aristoteles cęteris cauſa cenfeo certe comędia comœdię conftat cujus drama dramate dramatici dramatis effe eſſe eſſet eſt etſi Euripidis Eyes fabula fępe faltem fatis fibi fint five folet folum forfan fuiſſe funt hac ex parte hęc Hecuba hiſce Homerum hujufmodi iftis igitur illa illud imagines ingenii ingenium ipfis ipſa ipſe ipſo ipſum iſta iſtam iſtud magis maxime naturę neceſſe neque nifi niſi nonnunquam omnibus pene perfonę perfonarum perſonas poeta poetę poetarum poeticę poetis poſſe poſt poteft potiffimum prę pręcipue pręfertim PRĘLECTIO pręter Pręterea profecto prorfus quę quędam quafi quaſi ſępe ſane ſcenam ſcenis ſcilicet ſcribendi ſed ſemper Shakesperium ſhe ſpectant ſtudia ſua ſui ſunt ſuo tamen tanquam thou tragœdię vitę γὰρ δὲ εἰς ἐκ ἐν ἦν καὶ μὲν μὴ μοι Οὐκ πρὸς τε τὸ τὸν ὡς
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Page 241 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 248 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 232 - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 253 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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Page 256 - I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Page 256 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 304 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 238 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 238 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.