The Beauties of Shakespeare, Selected from the Most Correct Editions of His Works; With a Biographical Sketch (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 Excerpt: ...they were surpris'd, And curtaiu'd with a counsel-keeping cave, --We may, each wreathed in the other's arms, Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber; Whilst hounds, and horns, and sweet melodious birds, Be unto us, as is a nurse's song Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. tIt. aN. act ii. sc. 3. INVOCATION. O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment. Hen. v. chorus. The raven himself is hoarse, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty make thick my blood, Stop up th'access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on Nature's mischief Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold Macbeth, act i. sc. 5. JUDGMENT. I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. Ant. & Cleo. act iii. sc. 11. JUSTICE. Remember March, the ides of March remember Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the ...