A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 9

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William Carew Hazlitt
Reeves and Turner, 1874 - English drama - 576 pages
 

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Page 194 - s our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down, — ay, and Ben Jonson too. O that Ben Jonson is a pestilent fellow ! He brought up Horace giving the poets a pill, but our fellow Shakespeare hath given him a purge that made him bewray his credit.
Page 350 - Roses and bays, pack hence ! this crown and robe, My brows and body circles and invests. How gallantly it fits me! sure the slave Measured my head that wrought this coronet They lie, that say complexions cannot change ; My blood's ennobled, and I am transform'd Unto the sacred temper of a king. Methinks 1 hear my noble parasites Styling me Ctesar or great Alexander, Licking my feet, and wondering where I got, This precious ointment.
Page 395 - Shakespeare was godfather to one of Ben Jonson's children, and, after the christening, being in a deep study, Jonson came to cheer him up, and asked him why he was so melancholy. ' No faith, Ben,' says he, ' not I, but I have been considering a great while what should be the fittest gift for me to bestow upon my godchild, and I have resolved at last.' ' I prythee, what ? ' says he. ' I* faith, Ben, I'll e'en give him a dozen good Latin (latten) spoons, and thou shalt translate them.
Page 395 - Shakspeare was god-father to one of Ben Jonson's children, and after the christ'ning, being in a deepe study, Jonson came to cheere him up, and ask't him why he was so melancholy ?
Page 481 - I N. take the N. to my wedded wyf to have and to holde fro this day forwarde for better : for wors : for richere : for poorer : in sykenesse and in hele : tyl dethe us departe, if holy chyrche it woll ordeyne, and therto I plight the my trouthe.
Page 164 - When the commencement, like a morrice dance, Hath put a bell or two about his legges, Created him a sweet cleane gentleman: How then he 'gins to follow fashions. He whose thin sire dwelt in a smokye roofe, Must take tobacco, and must wear a locke.
Page 116 - Kinsayder, lifting up your leg, and pissing against the world? put up, man, put up, for shame! Methinks he is a ruffian in his style, Withouten bands or garters...
Page 117 - Methinlcs he is a ruffian in his style, Withouten bands or garters' ornament. He quaffs a cup of Frenchman's helicon, Then royster doyster in his oily terms Cuts, thrusts, and foins at whomsoe'er he meets, And strews about Ram-alley meditations.
Page 114 - Only let him more sparingly make use Of others' wit, and use his own the more, That well may scorn base imitation.
Page 152 - ... when the Bell rings, one that hath a peculiar gift in a cough, and a licence to spit : or if you will have him defined by negatives. He is one that cannot make a good...

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