The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volum 18Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1812 |
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Pàgina 12
... Hast mov'd us what seest thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread Lord . Per . If there be such a dart in Princes ' frowns , How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence ...
... Hast mov'd us what seest thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread Lord . Per . If there be such a dart in Princes ' frowns , How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence ...
Pàgina 37
... her . Sim . Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain . Per . By the gods , I have not , Sir . Never did thought of mine levy offence ; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might PRINCE OF TYRE . 51 you ...
... her . Sim . Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain . Per . By the gods , I have not , Sir . Never did thought of mine levy offence ; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might PRINCE OF TYRE . 51 you ...
Pàgina 41
... hast Upon the winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep ! O still thy deaf ning , Thy dreadful thunders ; gently quench thy nimble , Thy sulphurons ashes ! Ohow , Lychorida , # How does my Queen ? Wilt thou ...
... hast Upon the winds command , bind them in brass , Having call'd them from the deep ! O still thy deaf ning , Thy dreadful thunders ; gently quench thy nimble , Thy sulphurons ashes ! Ohow , Lychorida , # How does my Queen ? Wilt thou ...
Pàgina 42
... er was Prince's child . Happy what follows ! Thou hast as chiding a nativity , As fire , air , water , earth , and heaven can make , To herald thee from the womb : even at the first , Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit , PERICLES ,
... er was Prince's child . Happy what follows ! Thou hast as chiding a nativity , As fire , air , water , earth , and heaven can make , To herald thee from the womb : even at the first , Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit , PERICLES ,
Pàgina 43
... hast thou had , my dear ; No light , no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave , but straight Must cast thee , scarcely coffin'd , in the ooze ; Where , for a monument ...
... hast thou had , my dear ; No light , no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave , but straight Must cast thee , scarcely coffin'd , in the ooze ; Where , for a monument ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient Antiochus appears art thou Bawd beauty Benvolio Boult called Cerimon Cleon daugh daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth earth edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fish folio friar Friar LAURENCE Gentlemen Gesta Romanorum give gleek gods Gower grave grief hath heart heaven Helicanus honour JOHNSON Juliet King Lady CAPULET letter live look Lord Lychorida Lysimachus Madam MALONE Mantua Marina married MASON means Mercutio mistress Mitylene Montague musick ne'er never night Nurse old copies read Paris passage Pentapolis Pericles play poet pray Prince of Tyre quarto Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Simonides sleep speak STEEVENS suppose sweet tapolis tell Thaisa Tharsus thee thou art thou hast thou wilt thought true Tybalt unto Verona weep wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 111 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 121 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 111 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 122 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Pàgina 129 - Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed foes encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; And, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
Pàgina 129 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Pàgina 91 - Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents
Pàgina 129 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime 's by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power:.
Pàgina 111 - Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Pàgina 146 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...