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Página vi - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that, with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide, supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shake-scene in a countrie.
Página xv - About three moneths since died M. Robert Greene, leaving many papers in sundry bookesellers hands, among other his Groatsworth of Wit, in which a letter, written to divers play-makers, is offensively by one or two of them taken; and because on the dead they cannot be avenged, they wilfully forge in their conceites a living author; and after tossing it two and fro, no remedy, but it must light on me.
Página xv - With neither of them that take offence was I acquainted, and with one of them I care not if I never be...
Página xii - Wonder not (for with thee wil I first (p. 142) begin), thou famous gracer of Tragedians, that Greene, who hath said with thee like the foole in his heart, There is no God...
Página ix - Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Página xii - I am now, be both at once of them forsaken? Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger's heart wrapped in a Player's hide...
Página xvi - For the first, whose learning I reverence, and, at the perusing of Greenes booke, stroke out what then in conscience I thought he in some displeasure writ; or, had it beene true, yet to publish it was intolerable; him I would wish to use me no worse than I deserve.
Página xii - I, to whom they all have been beholding: is it not like that you, to whom they all have been beholding, shall, were ye in that case that I am now, be both at once of them forsaken? Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger's heart wrapped in a Player's hide...
Página xii - Johannes fac totum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shakescene in a countrie. O that I might intreate your rare wits to be imployed in more profitable courses: & let these Apes imitate your past excellence, and never more acquaint them with your admired inventions.
Página xi - ... number of allusions to animals in Marlowe and in Shakspere to justify my belief that it was they who inserted these animal metaphors in the Henry VI. plays. Besides many are transplanted out of the Contention and True Tragedy, and Greene's predilection for animals — both real and fabulous— is well known. 'Did I," exclaims Nash, indignant at being accused of having imitated Greene, 'euer write of cony-catching?