The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare; Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads (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. 1853 Excerpt: ...the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge. In making objections. t Wasted, exhausted ACT IV. CHORUS. DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, 'I he hum of either army stilly sounds That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire, and though their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'df hce: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, The confident and over-lust' French Do the low-rated English play at dice; And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry--Praise and glory on his head For forth he goes, and visits all his host; Bids them good morrow, Tvith a modest smile; And calls them--brothers, friends, and countrymen. Upon his royal face there is no note, How dread an army hath enrounded himj Gently, lowly. t Discoloured by the gleam of the fires. t Over-saucy. Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the weary and all-watched night: But freshly Iooks, and overbears attaint, With cheerful sembla...