The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] and Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, and a critique on his genius & writings by N. Rowe |
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Strana 10
... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , Sir ? I heard say , he was out - run on Cotsale . * Page . It could not be judg'd ...
... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , Sir ? I heard say , he was out - run on Cotsale . * Page . It could not be judg'd ...
Strana 11
... thank you much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , Sir , walk in . Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank you ; bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence , three veneys for a dish of stewed ...
... thank you much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , Sir , walk in . Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank you ; bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence , three veneys for a dish of stewed ...
Strana 23
... thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's heartlings , that's a pretty ...
... thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's heartlings , that's a pretty ...
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... thank your worship : I shall make my master glad with these tidings . [ Exit SIMPLE . Host . Thou art clerkly , thou art clerkly , Sir John : Was there a wise woman with thee ? Fal . Ay , that there was , mine host ; one , that hath ...
... thank your worship : I shall make my master glad with these tidings . [ Exit SIMPLE . Host . Thou art clerkly , thou art clerkly , Sir John : Was there a wise woman with thee ? Fal . Ay , that there was , mine host ; one , that hath ...
Strana 43
... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
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Strana 193 - Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Strana 328 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 396 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 327 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties...
Strana 172 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strana 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.