Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays,: As They are Now Performed at the Theatres Royal in London; : Regulated from the Prompt Books of Each House by Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; by the Authors of the Dramatic Censor, Volum 6John Bell ... and C. Etherington at York, 1774 |
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Pàgina 6
... never fwom the Hellefpont . " P. Over the boots ? nay , give me not the boots . " Val . No , I will not ; for it boots thee not . Pro . What ? Val . To be in love - where fcorn is bought with groans ; Coy looks , with heart - fore fighs ...
... never fwom the Hellefpont . " P. Over the boots ? nay , give me not the boots . " Val . No , I will not ; for it boots thee not . Pro . What ? Val . To be in love - where fcorn is bought with groans ; Coy looks , with heart - fore fighs ...
Pàgina 9
... never fhould be mine . * Flints would have been a more confonant word here . + This part of the dialogue between Julia and Lucetta , is fimilar to -the firft fcene of Portia and Neriffa , in the Merchant of Venice ; fave that here the ...
... never fhould be mine . * Flints would have been a more confonant word here . + This part of the dialogue between Julia and Lucetta , is fimilar to -the firft fcene of Portia and Neriffa , in the Merchant of Venice ; fave that here the ...
Pàgina 10
... never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of all the reft , I think , beft loves you . Jul . His little fpeaking fhews his love but small , Luc . Fire , that is closest kept , burns most of all . Jul . They do not love , that do not fhew their love ...
... never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of all the reft , I think , beft loves you . Jul . His little fpeaking fhews his love but small , Luc . Fire , that is closest kept , burns most of all . Jul . They do not love , that do not fhew their love ...
Pàgina 18
... never faw her fince she was deform'd . " Val . How long hath the been deform'd ? " Spe . Ever fince you lov'd her . Val . I have lov'd her ever fince I faw her ; and still I fee her beautiful . Spe . If you love her , you cannot fee her ...
... never faw her fince she was deform'd . " Val . How long hath the been deform'd ? " Spe . Ever fince you lov'd her . Val . I have lov'd her ever fince I faw her ; and still I fee her beautiful . Spe . If you love her , you cannot fee her ...
Pàgina 26
... never yet did want his meed : Servant , you are welcome to a worthless mistress . Pro . I'll die on him that fays fo , but yourself , Sil . That you are welcome , Sir ? Pro . That you are worthless . Enter an Attendant . Att . Madam ...
... never yet did want his meed : Servant , you are welcome to a worthless mistress . Pro . I'll die on him that fays fo , but yourself , Sil . That you are welcome , Sir ? Pro . That you are worthless . Enter an Attendant . Att . Madam ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony Baptifta Becauſe Bianca Biondello Cæfar Cafar Calchas Charmian Cleopatra Creffida Diomed doth Duke Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fame father fcene fhall fhew fhould fifter fome fool fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch Fulvia fweet fword gentleman give Grumio hath hear heart Hector himſelf honour Hortenfio houſe i'the itſelf Kate kifs lady lord Lucentio madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Padua Pandarus Patroclus Petruchio pleaſe Pompey pray prefent Priam Protheus purpoſe queen reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Silvia ſpeak ſpirit tell thee thefe Therfites theſe thoſe Thurio Tranio Troilus Trojan Troy Valentine what's whofe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 209 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pàgina 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Pàgina 340 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Pàgina 351 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Pàgina 48 - Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Pàgina 170 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
Pàgina 347 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 353 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't, an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping...