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http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/etexts/si/08-2.htm
VISION OF A FAIR MAID, WITH ECHO VERSES.
Sitting alone upon my thoughts in melancholy mood,
In sight of sea, and at my back an ancient hoary wood,
I saw a fair young lady come her secret fears to wail,
Clad all in colour of a nun, and covered with a veil.
Yet (for the day was calm and clear) I might discern her face,
As one might see a damask rose hid under crystal glass.
Three times with her soft hand full hard on her left side she knocks,
And sighed so sore as might have made some pity in, the rocks.
From sighs and shedding amber tears into sweet song she brake,
When thus the Echo answer'd her to every word she spake..
Oh heavens, who was the first that bred in me this fever?
- Vere.
Who was the first that gave
[T]he w[O]und, [W]hos[E] fea[R] I wear for ever? - Vere.
What tyrant, Cupid, to my harm, usurps thy golden quiver?
- Vere.
What wight first caught this heart, and, can from bondage it deliver?
- Vere.
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http://www.sourcetext.com/sourcebook/Vere/1580.html
TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE, HIS
singuler good Lord and Maister, Edward de Vere,
Earle of Oxenford, Viscount Bulbeck, Lord Sand-
ford, and of Badelesmere, and Lord high
Cbamberlaine of England, Antony
Munday, visbeth all happines
in this Honorable estate,
and after death eter-
nall life.
And loe Right Honourable, among such expert heads,
such pregnaunt inuentions, and such commendable writers,
as preferre to your seemely selfe,
woo[R]k[E]s [W]o[O]r[T]hy of eternall memory: A simple Soule,
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_________ The Tempest Act 4, Scene 1
PROSPERO: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
. The cloud-capp'd *TOWERS* , the gorgeous palaces,
. The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
. Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
. Leave not a *RACK* behind.
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. http://www.sirbacon.org/gallery/west.htm
.
. The Cloud cupt *TOW'RS* ,
. The Gorgeous Palaces
. The Solemn Temples,
. The Great Globe itself
. Yea all which it Inherit,
. *Shall Dissolue* ;
. And like the baseless *FnBRICK* of a Vision
. Leave not a *WRECK* behind."
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"On Shakspeare" (1630) John Milton
Thou in our {w}onder and aston{I}shment
Hast bui{L|T] thyself a live{L|O]ng Monument.
For [W]hilst to th'sham[E] of slow-endeavo[R]ing art,
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
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(1632) Second Folio dedication:
On worthy Master Shakespeare and his Poems.
This, and much more which cannot be express`d
But by himself[E], his [T]ong[U]e, an[D] his [O]wn b[R]est,
Was Shakespeare`s freehold; which his cunning braine
Improv`d by favour of the nine-fold traine,
The buskind Muse, the Commicke Queene, the grand
And lowder tone of Clio; nimble hand,
And nimbler foote of the melodious paire,
The silver-voyced Lady the most faire
Calliope, whose speaking silence daunts,
And she whose prayse the heavenly body chants.
- The friendly admirer of his I.M.S.
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Sir William Davenant's Madagascar (1638)
In Remembrance of Master William Shakspeare. Ode.
Beware, delighted poets, when you sing,
To welcome nature in the early spring,
Your numerous feet not tread
{T}he banks of Av{O}n ; for each flo{W}'r,
As it ne'er kn{E}w a sun or show'{R},
Hangs there the pensive head.
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Mr. Dowdall's observations (1693)
"The 1st Remarkable place in this County that
I visit{T}ed was Stratf{O}rd super avon,
{W}here I saw the {E}ffigies of ou{R}
English tragedian, mr. Shakspeare."
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How We Know That Shakespeare Wrote Shakespeare:
The Historical Facts by Tom Reedy and David Kathman
<<In 1638, Sir William Davenant's Madagascar contained the following
poem, entitled "In Remembrance of Master William Shakspeare. Ode."
. Beware, delighted poets, when you sing,
. To welcome nature in the early spring,
. Your numerous feet not tread
. The banks of Avon ; for each flow'r,
. As it ne'er knew a sun or show'r,
. Hangs there the pensive head.
. Each tree, whose thick and spreading growth hath made
. Rather a night beneath the boughs than shade,
. Unwilling now to grow,
. Looks like the plume a captain wears,
. Whose rified falls are steep'd i' the tears
. Which from his last rage flow.
. The piteous river wept itself away
. Long since, alas ! to such a swift decay,
. [T]hat reach the map, and look
. [I]f you a river there can spy,
. [A]nd, for a river, your mock'd eye
. [W]ill find a shallow brook.
In this poem, Davenant specifically associates the poet Shakespeare
with the Avon river, like Jonson in his First Folio poem, and also
calls him "Master," as befitting William Shakespeare's social
position. This testimony deserves to be taken seriously, because
significant evidence indicates that William Shakespeare was a friend
of the Davenant family. William (1606-1668) used to hint that he was
Shakespeare's bastard son; several independent 17th-century sources
report that Shakespeare used to stay at the Davenants' tavern in
Oxford on his journeys between Stratford and London; William's brother
Robert Davenant personally told John Aubrey that "Mr. William
Shakespeare here gave him a hundred kisses" during these visits.>>
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http://shakespeareauthorship.com/monrefs.html
Seventeenth-century References to Shakespeare's Stratford Monument
by David Kathman
In 1693, a Mr. Dowdall visited Stratford and wrote down
some of his observations in a letter. He wrote,
. The 1st Remarkable place in this County that I visitted was
. Stratford super avon, where I saw the Effigies of our English
. tragedian, mr. Shakspeare. - [Shakspere Allusion Book, II, 391]
Dowdall then goes on to give the inscriptions from the monument and
the gravestone, along with some stories about Shakespeare that the 80
year old parish clerk had told him.
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http://www.queens.cam.ac.uk/page-306
Shakespeare and Queens'
<<On 1 March 1595, at the Bachelors' Commencement (what we now call
the
Matriculation Dinner), the Bats' predecessors staged the most
successful production in their history, the comedy of Laelia,
directed
and partly performed by two Fellows in the presence of the mighty
Earl
of Essex (who stayed in the Lodge in the room which was then named
the
Essex Chamber in his honour). Essex was so taken with the quality of
the performance that he arranged for the two Fellows (who, by the
way,
carried on as a successful double act, first as Senior and Junior
Bursar, and later as Dean and Archbishop of York) to come down to
London and act before Queen Elizabeth herself in a 'Device' of his
own
at the important festivity of Queen's Day on 17 November.
A second-year Queensman, John Weever (1576-1632), who himself had
burning literary and theatrical ambitions, was so starry-eyed at
these
events that he penned the following epigram - as far as I know, the
only eye-witness account of an early Queens' production:
In Georgium Meriton, & Georgium Mountaine
Your entertaine (nor can I passe away)
of Essex with farre-famed Laelia,
Nor fore the Queen you[r] service [o]n Queens [d]ay
When s[u]ch a Mais[t]er with you beareth sway,
How can Queenes College ever then decay?
No. Yet Queenes College evermore hath beene
Is and will be, of Colleges the Queene.
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http://internetshakespeare.Vvic.ca/Annex/Texts/Ham/Q2/scene/3.4
Hamlet (Q2) Act 3, Scene 4
Gertrude: This is the *VERy COYNAGE* of your braine,
. This bodilesse creation extacie is *VERy* cunning in.
Hamlet: My pulse as yours doth temperatly keepe time,
. And makes as healthfull m(U)sicke, it is not madnesse
. That I haue vttr(E)d, bring me to the TEST,
. And the matter *Will reWO(R)D* , which madnesse
. Would gambole from, mother f(O)r loue of grace,
. Lay not that flattering vnction to your soule
. That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes,
. It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place
. Whiles RANCK corruption mining all within
. Infects (VNS[E]ENE) , confesse you[R] selfe to heauen,
. R[E]pent what's past, a[V]oyd what is to com[E],
. And doe no{T} sprea[D] the c{O}mpost on th[E] {W}EEDES
. To mak{E} them RANCK(E|R}, forgiue me this my ve(R)tue,
. For in the fatness(E) of these pursie times
. (V)ertue it selfe of vice *must pardon beg* ,
. Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good.
[EDEVERE] -15
{TOWER} 11
VERE -19
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Digges commendatory poem to the 1640 edition of Poems: Written by Wil.
Shakespeare, Gent. (1623? - 1635):
Vpon Master W ILLIAM S H A K E S P E A R E,
the Deceased Authour, and his P O E M S .
Yet these sometimes, even at a friends desire
Acted, have scarce defrai’d the Seacoale fire
And doore-keepers : when let but Falstaffe come,
Hall, Poines, the rest you scarce shall have a roome
All is so pester’d : let but Beatrice
And Benedicke be seene, loe in a trice
The Cockpit Galleries, Boxes, all are full
To heare Maluoglio that crosse ga[R]ter’d Gull.
Briefe, th[E]re is nothing in his [W]it fraught Booke,
Wh[O]se sound we would no[T] heare, on whose worth looke
Like old *COYNED GOLD, whose lines in EVERy PAGE* ,
Shall passe *TRUE* to succeeding age.
But why doe I dead Sheakspeares praise recite,
Some second Shakespeare must of Shakespeare write;
For me tis needlesse, since an host of men,
Will pay to clap his praise, to free my Pen.
To heare Maluoglio that crosse ga-
[R] t e r d G u l l B r i e f e t h
[E] r e i s n o t h i n g i n h i s
[W] i t f r a u g h t B o o k e W h
[O] s e s o u n d w e w o u l d n o
[T]
[TOWER] -17
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Beautie it selfe doth of it selfe pe[r]swade,
The [e]ies of men [w]ithout an [O]rator,
Wha[t] needeth then Apologies be made
To set forth that which is so singuler?
_That shee her plaints a lit[t]le while d[o]th stay,
_Pa[w]sing for m[e]ans to mou[r]ne some newer way.
Paying what [r]ansome th[e] insulter [w]illeth:
Wh[o]se vultur [t]hought doth pitch the price so hie,
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Miles Coverdale (1535) The boke of Iob. Chap. 41
One is so ioyned to another, that no <AYRE> can come in: Yee one
hangeth so vpon another, and sticke so together, that they can not be
sundered. His nesinge is like a glisteringe {FYRE}, and his eyes like
the mornynge shyne. Out of his mouth go torches and {FYRE} brandes,
out off his nostrels there goeth a smoke,
like as out off an hote seetinge *POTT*.
...He starte[t]h n[o]t a[w]ay[e] fo[r] him that bendeth the bowe, & as
for
slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them. He counteth
the hammer no better then a strawe, *he LAUGHETH* him to scorne that
*SHAKETH the SPEARE*. He treadeth the golde in the myre like þe sharpe
potsherdes. He maketh the depe to seeth and boyle like a *POTT*, and
stereth the (SEE) together like an oyntment. The waye is light after
him, the depe is his walkynge place. Vpon [EARTH] is there
no power like vnto his, for he is so made, that he feareth not.
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