The Light of Shakespeare; Passages Illustrative of the Higher Teaching of Shakespeare's Dramas (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1897. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Your enemies Are many and not small; their practices Must bear the same proportion; and not ever The justice and the truth o' the question carries The due o' the verdict of it: at what ease Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt To swear against you? Such things have been done. You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Of as great size. Ween* you of better luck, I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your Master, Whose minister you are, whiles here He liv'd Upon this naughty earth? Henry VIII., V. i. 16. THE BEAUTIES AND WONDERS OF CREATION. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet, I. 5. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order: * Think. And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other. Troilus And Cressida, I. 3. The sun with one eye vieweth all the world, i Henry VI., I. 4. The day begins to break and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. i Henry VI.. II. 2. The weary sun hath made a golden set And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives tokens of a goodly day to-morrow. Richard III., V. 3. Hark hark the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies. And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. Cymbeline, II. 3. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops. Romeo And Juliet, III. 5. . . . How still the evening is, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony. Much Ado About Nothing, II. 3. I have seen tempests when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and...