The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volum 2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pàgina 14
... beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd : ? Retired . 3 Showy dress resides . 5 Strictness . And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd ...
... beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd : ? Retired . 3 Showy dress resides . 5 Strictness . And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd ...
Pàgina 28
... beat you to your tent , and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing , Pompey , I shall have you whipt : so for this time , Pompey , fare you well . Clo . I thank your worship for your good counsel ; but I shall follow it , as the ...
... beat you to your tent , and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing , Pompey , I shall have you whipt : so for this time , Pompey , fare you well . Clo . I thank your worship for your good counsel ; but I shall follow it , as the ...
Pàgina 40
... beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy case , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming ? Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , " Tis ...
... beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou with thy case , thy habit , Wrench awe from fools , and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming ? Blood , thou still art blood : Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , " Tis ...
Pàgina 80
... beat out my brains with billets : I will not consent to die this day , that's certain . Duke . O , sir , you must : and therefore , I beseech you , Look forward on the journey you shall go . Barnar . I swear , I will not die to - day ...
... beat out my brains with billets : I will not consent to die this day , that's certain . Duke . O , sir , you must : and therefore , I beseech you , Look forward on the journey you shall go . Barnar . I swear , I will not die to - day ...
Pàgina 93
... as free from touch or soil with her , As she from one ungot . Duke . We did believe no less . Know you that friar Lodowick , that she speaks of ! 4 Beat . F. Peter . I know him for a man divine Scene I. 93 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... as free from touch or soil with her , As she from one ungot . Duke . We did believe no less . Know you that friar Lodowick , that she speaks of ! 4 Beat . F. Peter . I know him for a man divine Scene I. 93 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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ABHORSON ARMADO Athens Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable moon Moth musick Navarre never night oath Oberon offend pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE shame signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 47 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pàgina 225 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 395 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Pàgina 62 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Pàgina 395 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Pàgina 137 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pàgina 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Pàgina 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Pàgina 396 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.