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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... woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! MRS . PAGE . Hang the trifle , woman ! take the honour : What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; —what is it ? MRS . FORD . If I would but go to hell for an ...
... woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! MRS . PAGE . Hang the trifle , woman ! take the honour : What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; —what is it ? MRS . FORD . If I would but go to hell for an ...
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... woman of Brainford . " MRS . FORD . Nay , good , sweet husband ! —good gen- tlemen , let him not strike the old woman . MRS . PAGE . Come , mother Prat , come , give me your hand . FORD . I'll prat her . Out of my door , you witch ...
... woman of Brainford . " MRS . FORD . Nay , good , sweet husband ! —good gen- tlemen , let him not strike the old woman . MRS . PAGE . Come , mother Prat , come , give me your hand . FORD . I'll prat her . Out of my door , you witch ...
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... and assure thyself , there is no love - broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour . ” Act III . S. 2 . TWELFTH NIGHT . 13 XIII . The duel between SIR 12 TWELFTH NIGHT .
... and assure thyself , there is no love - broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour . ” Act III . S. 2 . TWELFTH NIGHT . 13 XIII . The duel between SIR 12 TWELFTH NIGHT .
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... and assure thyself , there is no love - broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour . " ACT III . S. 2 . TWELFTH NIGHT . 13 XIII . The duel between SIR 12 TWELFTH NIGHT .
... and assure thyself , there is no love - broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valour . " ACT III . S. 2 . TWELFTH NIGHT . 13 XIII . The duel between SIR 12 TWELFTH NIGHT .
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... woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia . V10 . Make no compare Ay , but I know , - ORS . What dost thou know ? V10 . Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter ...
... woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia . V10 . Make no compare Ay , but I know , - ORS . What dost thou know ? V10 . Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter ...
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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.