The Spirit of the Plays of Shakspeare: Exhibited in a Series of Outline Plates Illustrative of the Story of Each Play, Svazek 1T. Cadell, 1827 |
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... Isab . I am a woful suitor to your your honour ; Please but your honour hear me . Ang Well ; what's your suit ? ISAB . I have a brother is condemn'd to die . ANG . He's sentenced — ' tis too late . Lucio to IsaB . You are too cold . ISAB ...
... Isab . I am a woful suitor to your your honour ; Please but your honour hear me . Ang Well ; what's your suit ? ISAB . I have a brother is condemn'd to die . ANG . He's sentenced — ' tis too late . Lucio to IsaB . You are too cold . ISAB ...
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... Isab . She'll take the enterprise upon her , father , If you advise it . DUKE . ' Tis not my consent , But my entreaty too . ” Act IV . S. 1 . VII . MARIANA , disguised as ISABEL , keeping the assignation with ANGELO . DUKE . We shall ...
... Isab . She'll take the enterprise upon her , father , If you advise it . DUKE . ' Tis not my consent , But my entreaty too . ” Act IV . S. 1 . VII . MARIANA , disguised as ISABEL , keeping the assignation with ANGELO . DUKE . We shall ...
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... ISAB . Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon ? Duke . He hath released him , Isabel , from the world : His head is off , and sent to Angelo . IsaB . Nay , but it is not so . ” Act IV . S. 3 . The Provost is carrying the head of ...
... ISAB . Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon ? Duke . He hath released him , Isabel , from the world : His head is off , and sent to Angelo . IsaB . Nay , but it is not so . ” Act IV . S. 3 . The Provost is carrying the head of ...
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... Isab . ) for his sake Is he pardon'd ; and for your lovely sake , Give me your hand , and say , you will be mine , He is my brother too . To LUCIO . Upon mine honour , thou shalt marry her . Thy slanders I forgive , and therewithal ...
... Isab . ) for his sake Is he pardon'd ; and for your lovely sake , Give me your hand , and say , you will be mine , He is my brother too . To LUCIO . Upon mine honour , thou shalt marry her . Thy slanders I forgive , and therewithal ...
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... ISAB . I am a woful suitor to your honour ; Please but your honour hear me . ANG . ISAB . I have a brother is condemn'd to die . ANG . LUCIO to ISAB . ISAB . Well ; what's your suit ? He's sentenced - ' tis too late . You are too cold ...
... ISAB . I am a woful suitor to your honour ; Please but your honour hear me . ANG . ISAB . I have a brother is condemn'd to die . ANG . LUCIO to ISAB . ISAB . Well ; what's your suit ? He's sentenced - ' tis too late . You are too cold ...
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ACT I. S. ADRIANO DE ARMADO ANGELO ANTONIO ARIEL BIRON BOYET Brabant once brother Cadell Strand CAIUS CALIBAN Cesario CLAUDIO CLOWN COSTARD DEMETRIUS DON ADRIANO DRAWN AND ENGRAVED DUKE EGEUS EGLAMOUR ENGRAVED BY FRANK fairy FALSTAFF FRANK HOWARD GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give hath HELENA HERMIA HERNE the Hunter hold the plough honour Howard Midsummer Nights ISAB ISABEL JAQUENETTA Julia lady LAUNCE letter LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST LUCIO LYSANDER MALVOLIO marry MASTER FENTON master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERRY WIVES MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM MIRANDA MISTRESS ANNE monsieur mortal views MOTH Nymphs OBERON OLIVIA Once to behold ORSINO PLATES Pompey pray PRINCESS PROSPERO PROTEUS PUCK RAGOZINE REFERENCES DESCRIPTIVE ring ROSALINE SEBASTIAN Silvia SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK SIR TOBY BELCH SLEN spirit STEPHANO sun-beamed eyes sweet guerdon Tempest thee thine Thisby thou TITANIA Twelfth Night Valentine VIOLA WIVES OF WINDSOR Мотн
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Strana 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 13 - I'd divide And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Strana 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.