The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, المجلد 1 |
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Taking it for granted , as we have every reason to do , that this John Shakespeare
was the father of the poet , the document satisfied Malone that he was a glover ,
and not a butcher , as Aubrey had affirmed ' , nor a dealer in wool , as Rowe ...
Taking it for granted , as we have every reason to do , that this John Shakespeare
was the father of the poet , the document satisfied Malone that he was a glover ,
and not a butcher , as Aubrey had affirmed ' , nor a dealer in wool , as Rowe ...
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... that John Shakespeare , the father of the poet , had lost his first wife , Mary
Arden , and had taken a second , in consequence of a memorandum in the
register , showing that on the 25th Nov . , 1584 , John Shakespeare had married
Margery ...
... that John Shakespeare , the father of the poet , had lost his first wife , Mary
Arden , and had taken a second , in consequence of a memorandum in the
register , showing that on the 25th Nov . , 1584 , John Shakespeare had married
Margery ...
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3 “ The narrowness of his father ' s circumstances , and the want of his assistance
at home , forced his father to withdraw him from thence , and unhappily prevented
his farther proficiency . ” - Rowe ' s Life . 13 Aubrey cites “ Mr . Beeston ” as his ...
3 “ The narrowness of his father ' s circumstances , and the want of his assistance
at home , forced his father to withdraw him from thence , and unhappily prevented
his farther proficiency . ” - Rowe ' s Life . 13 Aubrey cites “ Mr . Beeston ” as his ...
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I think Crab , my dog , be the sourestnatured dog that lives : my mother weeping ,
my father wailing , my sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her
hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur
...
I think Crab , my dog , be the sourestnatured dog that lives : my mother weeping ,
my father wailing , my sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her
hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur
...
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This is my father ' s choice . O ! what a world of vile ill - favour ' d faults Looks
handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! Quick . And how does good master
Fenton ? Pray you , a word with you . Shal . She ' s coming ; to her , coz . O boy !
thou ...
This is my father ' s choice . O ! what a world of vile ill - favour ' d faults Looks
handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! Quick . And how does good master
Fenton ? Pray you , a word with you . Shal . She ' s coming ; to her , coz . O boy !
thou ...
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الصفحة 80 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
الصفحة cclxv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
الصفحة cclxxxiv - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
الصفحة 61 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 89 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
الصفحة 72 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 27 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
الصفحة cxxxvi - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
الصفحة 129 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
الصفحة 47 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.