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Acharon afterwards alluded allusion ancient appears bells borrowed called celebrated century Chap character clown copy curious Cymbeline dancers daughter death doth doubt dress duke edition emperor English expression folio fool French Friar Tuck Gesta Romanorum ghost hand hath henbane Henry the Eighth hobby-horse horse instance introduced John King Henry king's knight lady Latin Lear likewise lonius Lord lullaby Maid Marian manner manuscript means Measure for measure mentioned Morisco morris dance occasion original Ovid passage perhaps person Plate play poet present printed printer probably queen racters reader reign remarks Robin Hood romance Saint Saint Valentin Saxon says Scene seems Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies song speaking Steevens Steevens's story supposed Symposius term thee thou tion translation Troilus and Cressida Valentin Warton wassel word writer Wynkyn de Worde
Page 85 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing.
Page 200 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Page 272 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 86 - I'll leave you, lady. Cleo. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, — but that's not it: Sir, you and I have lov'd, — but there's not it; That you know well : Something it is I would, — O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.
Page 82 - When beggars die there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Page 168 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools; This...
Page 167 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'st her.
Page 185 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 250 - ... would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.