The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentleman of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measureJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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Strana xxi
4 for a piece of Money , to prostitute their bad sense for or against any Cause
prophane or fa-cred ; or in any Scandal public or private : These meeting with
little encouragement from Men of account in the Trade , ( who even in this
enlightened ...
4 for a piece of Money , to prostitute their bad sense for or against any Cause
prophane or fa-cred ; or in any Scandal public or private : These meeting with
little encouragement from Men of account in the Trade , ( who even in this
enlightened ...
Strana 59
... did fupplant good Prospero : Expos'd unto the sea ( which hath requit it ) Him ,
and his innocent child : for which foul deed The powers delaying , not forgetting ,
have Incens'd the seas and shores , yea , all the creatures , Against your peace ...
... did fupplant good Prospero : Expos'd unto the sea ( which hath requit it ) Him ,
and his innocent child : for which foul deed The powers delaying , not forgetting ,
have Incens'd the seas and shores , yea , all the creatures , Against your peace ...
Strana 181
To whisper and conspire against my youth ? .. S Now , trust me , ' cis an office of
great worth ; And you an officer fit for the place . There , take the pad see , it be
return'd ; Or elfe return no more into my fight . dup Luc . To plead for love
deserves ...
To whisper and conspire against my youth ? .. S Now , trust me , ' cis an office of
great worth ; And you an officer fit for the place . There , take the pad see , it be
return'd ; Or elfe return no more into my fight . dup Luc . To plead for love
deserves ...
Strana 255
Slender , I broke your head ; what matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , Sir
, I have matter in my head against you , and against your cony - catching - rascals
Bardolph , Nym , and Pistol . Bar . You Banbury cheese ! Slen , Ay , it is no ...
Slender , I broke your head ; what matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , Sir
, I have matter in my head against you , and against your cony - catching - rascals
Bardolph , Nym , and Pistol . Bar . You Banbury cheese ! Slen , Ay , it is no ...
Strana 396
My unfoild name , th ' auftereness of my life , 3 My vouch against you , and my
place i'th ' ftate , Will fo your accusation over - weigh , That you shall + stifle in
your own report , , And smell of calumny . I have begun ; And now I give my
sensual ...
My unfoild name , th ' auftereness of my life , 3 My vouch against you , and my
place i'th ' ftate , Will fo your accusation over - weigh , That you shall + stifle in
your own report , , And smell of calumny . I have begun ; And now I give my
sensual ...
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Strana 41 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Strana 382 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; • And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Strana lxviii - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Strana 21 - Know thus far forth. — By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Strana 366 - Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Strana 49 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Strana 33 - All things in common, nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Strana 153 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Strana 155 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Strana 293 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...