Thy stature small, but every thought and mood Thyself a world, the Globe thy fittest place! What a wide world was in that little space, Which sought the bankrupt merchant’s pound of flesh, Unless we could command the dead to rise.Īre lost forever with the red-haired Jew, Tyrant Macbeth, with unwash’d bloody handīrutus and Marcius henceforth must be dumb,įor ne’er thy like upon our stage shall come They shall not call thee from thy naked bedĪnd Crookback, as befits, shall cease to live. Harry shall not be seen as King or Prince, Shall cry revenge for his dear father’s death: No more young Hamlet though but scant of breath Here lies the best Tragedian ever played. Where to give his fame this, be not afraid, The Play now ended, think his grave to be It was first published in 1825 in The Gentleman’s Magazine: Who died on Saturday in Lent, the 13th of March 1618’.Īlthough there were earlier transcripts of the text, ‘A funerall Elegy on the death of the famous Actor Richard Burbage: Guilielmus Rex Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907) On worthy Master Shakespeare and his Poems. ‘In Remembrance of Master William Shakespeare’ A Funeral Elegy written on Burbage’s death
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