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TROILUS: Helen must needs be faire, When with your bloud you daily paint her thus / 1.1.90–1 TLN 124–5 \\ AGAMEMNON: for then the bold and coward, The Wise and Foole, the Artist and vn-read, The hard and soft, seeme all affin’d, and kin / 1.3.24–5 TLN 479–80 \\ ULYSSES: And with ridiculous and aukward action, (Which Slanderer, he imitation call’s) He Pageants vs / 1.3.144–9 TLN 609–11 \\ NESTOR: And in the imitation of these twaine, Who (as Vlysses sayes) Opinion crownes With an Imperiall voyce, many are infect / 1.3.183–5 TLN 645–7 \\ HECTOR: ‘Tis made Idolatrie, To make the seruice greater than the God, And the will dotes that is inclineable To what infectiously it selfe affects, Without some image of th’ affected merit / 2.2.56–60 TLN 1041–5 \\ THERSITES: If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit, thouwouldst not haue slipt out of my contemplation, but it is no matter, thy selfe vpon thy selfe / 2.3.25–7 TLN 1229–31 \\ ULYSSES: Imagin’d wroth Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse, That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts Kingdom’d Achilles in commotion rages, And batters gainst it selfe / 2.3.167–71 TLN 1379–83 \\ •PANDARUS: Come draw this curtaine, & let’s see your picture / 3.2.6–7 TLN 1679 \\ TROILUS: O gentle Pandarus, From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings, And flye with me to Cressid / 3.2.13–5 TLN 1646–7 \\ TROILUS: Th’imaginary relish is so sweete / 3.2.17–21 TLN 1651 \\ TROILUS: The Grecian youths are full of qualitie Theyre louing, well compos’d with guift of nature, Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise / 4.4.77–9 TLN 2466–8 \\ THERSITES: Why thou picture of what thou seem’st, & Idoll of Ideot-worshippers, here’s a Letter for thee / 5.1.1–4 TLN 2877–8 \\ •PANDARUS: Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes / 5.10.46 TLN 3582 \\
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VOLUMNIA: that it was no better than •Picture-like to hang by th’wall, if renowne made it not Stirre / 1.3.10–12 TLN 371–3 \\ MARCIUS: if any such be heere, (As it were sinne to doubt) that loue this painting Wherein you see me smear’d / 1.6.67–9 TLN 686–8 \\ COMINIUS: alone he entred The mortall Gate of th’ Citie, which he painted With shunlesse destinie / 2.2.110–2 TLN 1324–6 \\ CORIOLANUS: I will practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfetly, that is sir, I will counter-fet the bewitchment of some popular man / 2.3.99–101 TLN 1490–2 \\ 2nd SERV: And he’s as like to do’t, as any man I can imagine / 4.5.204 TLN 2863 \\ VOLUMNIA: To imitate the graces of the Gods / 5.3.150 TLN 3507 \\ MENENIUS: I paint him in the Character / 5.4.26 TLN 3595 \\
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DEMETRIUS: And with that painted hope braves your mightiness / 2.3.124–6 TLN 868 \\ •TITUS: Had I but seene thy picture in this plight / 3.1.103–5 TLN 1245 •MARCUS: Euen like a stony Image, cold and numme / 3.1.258–9 TLN 1407 \\ MARCUS: He takes false shadowes, for true substances / 3.2.79–80 TLN 1534 \\ AARON: What, what, ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes, Ye white-limb’d walls, ye Ale-house painted signes! Cole-blacke is better than another hue / 4.2.97–9 TLN 1780–2 \\ AARON: The vigour, and the picture of my youth / 4.2.108 TLN 1791 \\ TAMORA: And temper him with all the Art I haue / 4.4.109 TLN 2103 \\ LUCIUS: This growing Image of thy fiend-like face? / 5.1.44–5 TLN 2157 \\ TITUS: Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion, For vp and downe she doth resemble thee / 5.2.106–7 TLN 2392–3 \\
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MONTAGUE: Shuts vp his windowes, lockes faire day-light out,
And makes himselfe an artificiall night / 1.1.132–3 TLN 141–2
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SERVANT: Heere it is
written, that the Shoo-maker should meddle with his
Yard, and the Tayler with his Last, the Fisher with
•his Pensill, and the Painter with his Nets / 1.2.39–41 TLN 285–8
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BENVOLIO: Weele haue no Cupid, hood winkt with a skarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper / 1.4.4–6 TLN 459–61
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MERCUTIO: you gave vs the counterfait fairely last
night / 2.4.45 TLN 1149–50
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ROMEO: What counterfeit
did I giue you? / 2.4.46–7 TLN 1151–2
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MERCUTIO: now art thou Romeo: now art
thou what thou art, by Art as well as by Nature / 2.4.89–91 TLN 1190–1
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CAPULET: Thou counterfaits a Barke, a Sea, a Wind / 3.5.130–2 TLN 2170
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CAPULET: Proportion’d as ones thought would wish a man / 3.5.185 TLN 2229
JULIET: arbitrating that,
Which the commission of thy yeares and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring / 4.1.63–5 TLN 2358–60
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ROMEO: Ah me, how sweet is love it selfe possest
When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy / 5.1.10–11 TLN 2732–3
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FRIAR LAURENCE: Then gaue I her (so Tutor’d by my Art)
A sleeping Potion / 5.3.249–50 TLN 3118–9
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•POET: What haue you there? PAINTER: A Picture, sir. When comes your book forth? / 1.1.25–6 TLN 37–8 \\ •POET: Admirable: How this grace Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip, to th’ dumbnesse of the gesture, One might interpret / 1.1.30–4 TLN 44–8 \\ •POET: It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches, liuelier than life / 1.1.37–9 TLN 52–3 \\ •PAINTER: A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes, More pregnantly then words / 1.1.90–3 TLN 112–4 \\ •PAINTER: A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. •TIMON: Painting is welcome. •The painting is almost the natural man; or since dishonour traffics with man’s nature, •He is but outside: these pencill’d figures are Even such as they give out. / 1.1.155–60 TLN 193–9 \\ •TIMON: How lik’st thou this picture Apemantus? / 1.1.195 TLN 238 \\ •TIMON: Wrought he not well that painted it •APEMANTUS: He wrought better that made the Painter, and Yet he’s but a filthy peece of worke / 1.1.197–9 TLN 240–2 \\
TIMON: If our betters play at that game, we must not dare To imitate them faults that are rich are faire / 1.2.12–3 TLN 354–5 \\ FOOL: sometime like a Philosopher, with two stones moe then’s artificiall one / 2.2. 110–11 TLN 777–8 \\ FLAVIUS: To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds •But onely painted like his varnisht Friends / 4.2.35–6 TLN 1585–6 \\ TIMON: With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules / 4.3.60 TLN 1666 \\ TIMON: Strike me the counterfet Matron, It is her habite onely, that is honest / 4.3.113–4 TLN 1726–7 \\ TIMON : Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face / 4.3.148 TLN 1763 \\ TIMON: ‘Tis then, because thou dost not keepe a dogge Whom I would imitate / 4.3.200–1 TLN 1821–2 \\ •APEMANTUS: Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter / 4.3.351 TLN 1982 \\ •TIMON: Thou canst not paint a man so badde As is thyself / 5.1.30–1 TLN 2235–6 \\ TIMON: Good honest men: Thou draw’st a counterfet Best in all Athens, th’art indeed the best, Thou counterfet’st most liuely / 5.1.80–2 TLN 2296–8 \\ TIMON: Why, thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth, That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art / 5.1.84–5 TLN 2301–2 \\
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FLAVIUS: Disrobe the Images,
If you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies / 1.1.64–5 TLN 72–73
FLAVIUS: It is no matter, let no Images
Be hung with Caesars Trophees / 1.1.68–9 TLN 76–7
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CASCA: Murellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes
off Caesars Images, are put to silence / 1.2.285–6 TLN 389–90
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CASSIUS: The Skies are painted with vnnumber’d sparkes / 3.1.63 TLN 1271
ANTONY: A barren spirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Obiects, Arts and Imitations / 4.1.36–7 TLN 1892–3
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CASSIUS: I have as much of this in Art as you
But yet my Nature could not beare it so / 4.3.194–5 TLN 2190–1
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SERGEANT: As two spent Swimmers, that do cling together
And choake their Art / 1.2.7–9 TLN 27–8
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ROSS: Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale / 1.3.97 TLN 201
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MACBETH: why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire / 1.3.134–5 TLN 245–6
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MACBETH: Present Feares
Are lesse than horrible Imaginings
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not / 1.3.137–42 TLN 248–53
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DUNCAN: There’s no Art,
To finde the Mindes construction in the Face / 1.4.11–2 TLN 292–3
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LADY MACBETH: the sleeping, and the dead,
•Are but as Pictures: ‘tis the Eye of Child-hood,
•That feares a painted Deuill / 2.2.50–2 TLN 712–4
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MACDUFF: Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see
The great Doomes Image / 2.3.76–8 TLN 831–3
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LADY MACBETH: This is the very painting of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
(Impostors to true feare) would well become
A womans story, at a Winters fire
Authoriz’d by her Grandam: shame it selfe,
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done
You looke but on a stoole / 3.4.60–7 TLN 1330–7
MACBETH: Hence horrible shadow,
Vnreall mock’ry hence! / 3.4.105–6 TLN 1383–4
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HECATE: And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close contriuer of all harmes,
Was neuer call’d to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art? / 3.5.6–9 TLN 1436–9
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HECATE: Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap’rous drop, profound,
Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
And that distill’d by Magicke slights,
Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his Confusion / 3.5.23–9 TLN 1453–9
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MACBETH: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much / 4.1.101–2 TLN 1645–6
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ALL [WITCHES]: Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
Come like shadowes, so depart / 4.1.110–11 TLN 1655–6
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DOCTOR: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art / 4.3.142–3 TLN 1972–3
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MACBETH: Life’s but a walking Shadow / 5.5.24–6 TLN 2345
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MACDUFF: Wee’l haue thee, as our rarer Monsters are,
Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,
Heere may you see the Tyrant / 5.8.25–7 TLN 2465–7
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HORATIO: Our last King,
Whose Image euen but now appear’d to vs / 1.1.80–1 TLN 97–8
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HORATIO: He waxes desperate with imagination / 1.4.87 TLN 675
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GERTRUDE: More matter, with lesse Art.
LORD POLONIUS: Madam, I swear I vse no Art at all.
That he is mad, ‘tis true: ‘Tis true ‘tis pittie,
And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will vse no Art / 2.2.96–100 TLN 1123–7
POLONIUS : I haue not Art to
reckon my grones / 2.2.120–1 TLN 1148–9
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GUILDENSTERN: the
Very substance of the Ambitious, is meerely the shadow
of a Dreame / 2.2.257–9 TLN 1303–5
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HAMLET: A dreame it selfe is but a shadow.
ROSENCRANTZ: Truely, and I hold Ambition of so ayry and
light a quality, that it is but a shadowes shadow.
HAMLET: Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Mo-
narchs and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes / 2.2.260–64 TLN 1306–10
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•1ST PLAYER: So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood / 2.2.479 TLN 1521
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•HAMLET: giue twenty, forty, an
hundred Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little / 2.3.361–4 TLN 1411–2
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KING CLAUDIUS: The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist’ring Art,
Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it
Then is my deede to my most painted word / 3.1.49–54 TLN 1703–5
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HAMLET: with more offences at my becke,
then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to give them shape,
or time to acte them in / 3.1.24–30 TLN 1780–2
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HAMLET: I have heard of your [paintings] too wel enough.
God has giuen you one [face], and you make your selfe an-
other / 3.1.144–6 TLN 1798–1800
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HAMLET: to shew Vertue her owne
Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the verie Age and
Bodie of the Time, his forme and pressure / 3.2.23–5 TLN 1870–2
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HAMLET: I haue thought some of
Natures Iouerney-men had made men, and not made them
well, they imitated Humanity so ab-hominably / 3.2.34–6 TLN 1880–2
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HAMLET: It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene:
And my Imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans stythe / 3.2.80–4 TLN 1933–5
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HAMLET: This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna / 3.2.231–2 TLN 2106
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•HAMLET: Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this,
•The counterfeit presentment of two Brothers / 3.4.53–4 TL N2437?−8
GERTRUDE: So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt / 4.5.17–20 TL N2764?
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CLAUDIUS: Poore Ophelia
Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgment,
•Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts / 4.5.82–4 TLN 2821–2
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CLAUDIUS: I lou’d your Father, and we loue our Selfe,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine / 4.7.34–5 TLN 3043–4
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CLAUDIUS: For Art and exercise / 4.7.96 TLN 3096
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•CLAUDIUS: Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart? / 4.7.105–7 TLN 3106–7
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HAMLET: how
abhorred my Imagination is / 5.1.187–91 TLN 3375–6
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HAMLET: let her paint an inch thicke,
to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that / 5.1.187–98 TLN 3381–2
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HAMLET: Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of A-
lexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole? / 5.1.206–8 TLN 3391–2
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HAMLET: by the image of my Cause, I see
•The Portraiture of his / 5.2.75–8 TLN 3581–2
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CORDELIA: If for I want that glib and oylie Art, To speake and purpose not / 1.1.224–5 TLN 246–7 \\ EDMUND: I haue told you what I haue seene, and heard: But faintly. Nothing like the image and horror of it / 1.2.174–5 TLN 494–6 \\ LEAR: Who is it that can tell me who I am? FOOL: Lears shadow / 1.4.225–6 TLN 743–4 \\ •GLOSTER: besides, his picture I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdome May haue the due note of him / 2.1.81–3 TLN 1020–2 \\
•KENT: A Taylor Sir, a Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could not haue made him so ill, though he had bin but two yeares oth’ trade / 2.2.58–60 TLN 1132–4 \\ LEAR: They are sicke, they are weary, They haue trauail’d all the night? meere fetches, The images of reuolt and flying off / 2.4.88–90 TLN 1363–5 \\ LEAR: The Art of our Necessities is strange, And can make vilde things precious / 3.2.70–1 TLN 1726–7 \\ EDGAR: My teares begin to take his part so much, They marre my counterfetting / 3.6.60–1 TLN 2019–20 \\ LEAR: No, they cannot touch me for crying [coining]. I am the king himself. EDGAR: O thou side-piercing sight! LEAR: Nature’s aboue Art in that respect / 4.6.83–6 TLN 2531–4 \\ LEAR: good Apothecary sweeten my immagination / 4.6.130–1 TLN 2573 \\ LEAR: There thou Might’st behold the great image of Authoritie, a Dogg’s obey’d in Office / 4.6.157–9 TLN 2602–4 \\ EDGAR: A most poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes, Am pregnant to good pitty / 4.6.221–3 TLN 2669–71 \\ GLOUCESTER: And woes, by wrong imaginations loose The knowledge of themselues / 4.6.282–5 TLN 2738–9 \\ EDGAR: Heere Father, take the shadow of this Tree For your good hoast / 5.2.1–2 TLN 2921–2 \\ KENT: Is this the promis’d end? EDGAR: Or image of that horror? / 5.3.266–7 TLN 3225–6 \\
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BRABANTIO: I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the World, a practiser
Of Arts inhibited / 1.2.77–9 TLN 295–7
•IAGO: Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of
Doore: Bells in your Parlours / 2.1.109–10 TLN 879–80
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IAGO: A slipper, and subtle knaue, a finder of occa-sion:
that he’s an eye can stampe, and counterfeit Ad-
uantages, though true Aduantage neuer present it selfe / 2.1.241–4 TLN 1024–6
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OTHELLO: And O you mortall Engines, whose rude throates
Th’ immortall Ioues dead Clamours, counterfet,
Farewell: Othello’s Occupation’s gone / 3.3.355–7 TLN 1998–2000
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OTHELLO: Nature would not
inuest her selfe in such shadowing passion without some
Instruction / 4.1.39–41 TLN 2416–8
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LODOVICO: Two or three groane. ‘Tis a heauy night;
These may be counterfeits / 5.1.42–3 TLN 3132–3
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IRAS: you shall paint when you are old / 1.2.19 TLN 96 \\ MARK-ANTONY: be it Art or hap, He hath spoken true / 2.3.33–4 TLN 999–1000 \\ CLEOPATRA: Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other wayes a Mars / 2.5.116–7 TLN 1170–1 \\ ANTONY: Haply you shall not see me more, or if, A mangled shadow / 4.2.23–7 TLN 2445–6 \\ CLEOPATRA: It’s past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuffe To vie strange formes with fancie, yet t’imagine An Anthony were Natures peece, ‘gainst Fancie, Condemning shadowes quite / 5.2.97–100 TLN 3317–20 \\
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IACHIMO: that
Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru’d / 1.4.130–1 TLN 445–6
IACHIMO: To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,
•Such, and such pictures / 2.2.24–5 TLN 931–2
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POSTHUMUS: some Coyner with his Tooles
Made me a counterfeit / 2.5.5–6 TLN 1342–3
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BELARIUS: the Art o’th’ Court,
As hard to leaue, as keepe / 3.3.46–7 TLN 1604–5
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•IMOGEN: One, but painted thus
Would be interpreted a thing perplex’d
Beyond self-explication / 3.4.6–8 TLN 1676–8
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IMOGEN: Some Iay of Italy
(Whose mother was her painting) hath betraid him / 3.4.49–50 TLN 1720–1
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PISANIO: Some Villaine,
I, and singular in his Art, hath done you both
this cursed iniurie / 3.4.120–2 TLN 1802–4
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PISANIO: (And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season) ‘fore Noble Lucius
Present your selfe / 3.4.171–3 TLN 1863–5
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IMOGEN: The Dreame’s heere still: euen when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me: not imagin’d, felt / 4.2.306–7 TLN 2628–9
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CAIUS LUCIUS: who was he
That (otherwise then noble Nature did)
Hath alter’d that good Picture? / 4.2.363–5 TLN 2691–3
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JUPITER: Poor shadowes of Elizium, hence, and rest / 5.4.97 TLN 3133
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GOALER: Your death has eyes in’s head then: I haue not
•Seene him so pictur’d / 5.4.178–9 TLN 3217–8
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IACHIMO: he began
His Mistris picture, which, by his tongue being made / 5.5.174–5 TLN 3454–5
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IACHIMO: auerring notes
•Of Chamber-hanging, Pictures / 5.5.203–4 TLN 3484–5
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BELARIUS: those Arts they haue, as I
Could put into them / 5.5.338–9 TLN 3650–1