The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 181
... Venice : " The moon does mobble up herself . " 53 With bisson rheum ; ] Bisson , is blind . FARMER . 54 Like John a - dreams , ] Perhaps this name is cor rupted . John - a - droynes seems to have been some well - known character , as I ...
... Venice : " The moon does mobble up herself . " 53 With bisson rheum ; ] Bisson , is blind . FARMER . 54 Like John a - dreams , ] Perhaps this name is cor rupted . John - a - droynes seems to have been some well - known character , as I ...
Pàgina 213
... the scene opened in Cyprus , and the preceding incidents been occasionally related , there had been little wanting to a drama of the most exact and scru- pulous regularity . JOHNSON . Persons Represented . Duke of Venice . BRABANTIO , a ...
... the scene opened in Cyprus , and the preceding incidents been occasionally related , there had been little wanting to a drama of the most exact and scru- pulous regularity . JOHNSON . Persons Represented . Duke of Venice . BRABANTIO , a ...
Pàgina 214
... Cassio . Officers , Gentlemen , Messengers , Musicians , Sailors , Attendants , & c . SCENE , for the first Act , in Venice ; during the rest of the play , at a sea - port in Cyprus . OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE . ACT T. SCENE.
... Cassio . Officers , Gentlemen , Messengers , Musicians , Sailors , Attendants , & c . SCENE , for the first Act , in Venice ; during the rest of the play , at a sea - port in Cyprus . OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE . ACT T. SCENE.
Pàgina 215
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE . ACT T. SCENE I. Venice . A Street . Enter RODERIGO and IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. OTHELLO , THE MOOR OF VENICE . ACT T. SCENE I. Venice . A Street . Enter RODERIGO and IAGO . Rod . TUSH , never tell me , I take it much un- kindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast ...
Pàgina 217
... The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern , ' tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at : I am not what I am . Rod . What a full fortune does the thick - THE MOOR OF VENICE . 217.
... The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern , ' tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at : I am not what I am . Rod . What a full fortune does the thick - THE MOOR OF VENICE . 217.
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 156 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pàgina 282 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 34 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Pàgina 353 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Pàgina 234 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
Pàgina 79 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 102 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pàgina 94 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pàgina 74 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Pàgina 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?