Shakespeare's Medical KnowledgeD. Appleton, 1865 - 78ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... kind and degree that comes from observation , and not by special study or daily practice . Hence , though we are able to make up small volumes of extracts and quotations referring to law or to medicine , we are not , therefore , to ...
... kind and degree that comes from observation , and not by special study or daily practice . Hence , though we are able to make up small volumes of extracts and quotations referring to law or to medicine , we are not , therefore , to ...
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... they keep very good diet . ( Act ‡ . Sc . 1. ) Isabel . Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top : ( Act 11. Sc . 2. ) Duke . If she be mad ( as I believe 22 SHAKESPEARE'S MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE .
... they keep very good diet . ( Act ‡ . Sc . 1. ) Isabel . Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top : ( Act 11. Sc . 2. ) Duke . If she be mad ( as I believe 22 SHAKESPEARE'S MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE .
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... kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd , By the imprisoning of unruly wind . Hotspur . ( Act II . Sc . 1. ) worse than the sun in March , ( Act Iv . Sc . 3. ) This praise doth nourish agues . Falstaff . " nobleman should do . for I'll purge ...
... kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd , By the imprisoning of unruly wind . Hotspur . ( Act II . Sc . 1. ) worse than the sun in March , ( Act Iv . Sc . 3. ) This praise doth nourish agues . Falstaff . " nobleman should do . for I'll purge ...
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... kind of lethargy , - -a kind of sleeping of the blood.- It hath its original from much grief ; from study and perturbation of the brain ; I have read the cause of its effects in Galen , * * * * * * * * * I am as poor as Job , my lord ...
... kind of lethargy , - -a kind of sleeping of the blood.- It hath its original from much grief ; from study and perturbation of the brain ; I have read the cause of its effects in Galen , * * * * * * * * * I am as poor as Job , my lord ...
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... kind of male green - sickness ; and then , when they marry , they get wenches ; they are generally fools and cowards ; - * * * * * * * * If I had a thousand sons , the first human principle I would teach them should be , -to forswear ...
... kind of male green - sickness ; and then , when they marry , they get wenches ; they are generally fools and cowards ; - * * * * * * * * If I had a thousand sons , the first human principle I would teach them should be , -to forswear ...
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300 PASTEUR DRIVE Alcibiades Antony and Cleopatra apoplexed Apothecary bedded hair blood brains still beating breath Brutus Cardinal Wolsey Cerimon cheek Cleopatra Clown cold compound Cordelia Coriolanus cure Cymbeline death Doctor Doctor Johnson doth expel This something-settled Falstaff fast fever foul disease Gloster grief Hamlet hath healthful music heart Hotspur Iago imposthume Infects Julius C©¡sar keep King Henry King Richard know my course Lafeu Lear LIBRARY STANFORD UNIVERSITY limbs lips lord Macbeth Macduff madness malady matter will reword medical knowledge medical readers Menenius mineral poison mines of sulphur nature never Othello passage patient Phrynia physic physician plague poet poet's Polixenes Polonius Portia purge repulsed a short Romeo sciatica Shakes Shakespeare's sick Sir Toby sleep something-settled matter STANFORD UNIVERSITY 300 stuff'd surgeon syphilis thee Thersites things thou Timon tion Troilus and Cressida UNIVERSITY 300 PASTEUR variable objects Whereon his brains wound young youth
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63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb ; What is her burying grave, that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find ; Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness, That I have uttered ; bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword ; which madness Would gambol from.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Have every pelting river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents : The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'da beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock, The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are undistinguishable...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body; And, with a sudden vigour., it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.