The Development of Shakespeare as a Dramatist

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Macmillan, 1907 - 329 pages
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Page 202 - Romeo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops — Juliet. 0, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by
Page 202 - Romeo. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! 0, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
Page 105 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the Academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world, Else none at all in aught proves excellent.
Page 119 - Now I dare not say I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjured to the bosom ? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest; O time most accursed,
Page 119 - t here: I do as truly suffer As e'er I did commit. Valentine. Then I am paid; And once again I do receive thee honest Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased. By penitence the
Page 125 - In peace and honor rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps; Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned grudges, here are no storms, No noise but silence and eternal sleep. In peace and honor rest you here, my sons.
Page 60 - Weep with me all you that read this little story; And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Page 285 - Let them pull all about mine ears: present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight, yet will I still Be thus to them. It is
Page 221 - A tragi-comedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy, which must
Page 60 - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. " For fault but small or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was: See Udall,

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