The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pàgina 41
... grace she ow'dt , And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor ...
... grace she ow'dt , And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor ...
Pàgina 42
... grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer .. Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer whair desirengivelse What I shall die to want : But this is triffing ; And all the more it seeks to hide itself ...
... grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer .. Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer whair desirengivelse What I shall die to want : But this is triffing ; And all the more it seeks to hide itself ...
Pàgina 51
... grace it had , devouring : Of my instruction hast thou nothing ' bated , In what thou hadst to say : so , with good life , And observation strange , my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done : my high charms work , And these ...
... grace it had , devouring : Of my instruction hast thou nothing ' bated , In what thou hadst to say : so , with good life , And observation strange , my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done : my high charms work , And these ...
Pàgina 54
... grace , Here on this grass - plot , in this very place , To come and sport : her peacocks fly amain ; Approach , rich Ceres , her to entertain . • Surplus , + Command . Enter Ceres . Cer . Hail , many - colour'd 54 Act IV . TEMPEST .
... grace , Here on this grass - plot , in this very place , To come and sport : her peacocks fly amain ; Approach , rich Ceres , her to entertain . • Surplus , + Command . Enter Ceres . Cer . Hail , many - colour'd 54 Act IV . TEMPEST .
Pàgina 60
... grace shall have it . Cal . The dropsy drown this fool ! what do you mean , To doat thus on such luggage ? Let's along , And do the murder first ; if he awake , From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff ...
... grace shall have it . Cal . The dropsy drown this fool ! what do you mean , To doat thus on such luggage ? Let's along , And do the murder first ; if he awake , From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff ...
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Ariel bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Erit Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Pàgina 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Pàgina 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Pàgina 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Pàgina 372 - 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, or to reside In thrilling...
Pàgina 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Pàgina 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pàgina 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.