Studies of Shakespeare: In the Plays of King John, Cymbeline, Macbeth, As You Like It, Much Ado about Nothing, Romeo and Juliet, with Observations on the Criticism and the Acting of Those PlaysLongman Brown, Green and Longmans, 1847 - 384 Seiten |
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... beat in a human breast would be at once rectified if you could impress it with a genuine religious faith . But if Shakspeare intended us to believe Lady Macbeth's nature a soil peculiarly adapted for the growth of religion , he has ...
... beat in a human breast would be at once rectified if you could impress it with a genuine religious faith . But if Shakspeare intended us to believe Lady Macbeth's nature a soil peculiarly adapted for the growth of religion , he has ...
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... Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cry'd ; but then , there was a star danced , and under that was I born . Don Ped . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leonato . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord ...
... Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cry'd ; but then , there was a star danced , and under that was I born . Don Ped . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leonato . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord ...
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... Beat . Too curst is more than curst : I shall lessen God's sending , that way for it is said , God sends a curst cow short horns ; but to a cow too curst he sends none . Leon . So , by being too curst , God will send you no horns . Beat ...
... Beat . Too curst is more than curst : I shall lessen God's sending , that way for it is said , God sends a curst cow short horns ; but to a cow too curst he sends none . Leon . So , by being too curst , God will send you no horns . Beat ...
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... Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman , to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? -to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ? No , uncle , I'll none : Adam's ...
... Beat . Not till God make men of some other metal than earth . Would it not grieve a woman , to be over - mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? -to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ? No , uncle , I'll none : Adam's ...
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... Beat . I pray you , is Signior Montanto returned from the wars , or not ? Messenger . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army , of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
... Beat . I pray you , is Signior Montanto returned from the wars , or not ? Messenger . I know none of that name , lady ; there was none such in the army , of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
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Seite 313 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Seite 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 114 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 362 - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Seite 112 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Seite 19 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Seite 310 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Seite 310 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Seite 134 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Seite 125 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.