The Works of Shakespear: The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of WindsorRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 11
... come to the principal Part of my Story , for the Sake of which I told the foregoing ; namely this , that I have now ... comes to the Murder of his Nephews , fays to Tirrel , Rife , and lend an ear . B 6 Sit Sit ftill , and hear the laft ...
... come to the principal Part of my Story , for the Sake of which I told the foregoing ; namely this , that I have now ... comes to the Murder of his Nephews , fays to Tirrel , Rife , and lend an ear . B 6 Sit Sit ftill , and hear the laft ...
Strana 25
... comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollor . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you propos'd . All that follows after the Words Pr'ythee , peace , to the Words , You cram these words , & c . feems to have been ...
... comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollor . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spoken truer than you propos'd . All that follows after the Words Pr'ythee , peace , to the Words , You cram these words , & c . feems to have been ...
Strana 36
... comes a fpi'rit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in flowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance , he will not ... come again . My best 36 The TEM PEST .
... comes a fpi'rit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in flowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance , he will not ... come again . My best 36 The TEM PEST .
Strana 57
... comes ; I know her by her gate . [ Juno defcends , and enters . go with me Juno . How does bounteous fifter ? my To ... come to you , at the fartheft , In the very end of harveft ! Scarcity and want fhall fhun you ; Ceres bleffing fo is ...
... comes ; I know her by her gate . [ Juno defcends , and enters . go with me Juno . How does bounteous fifter ? my To ... come to you , at the fartheft , In the very end of harveft ! Scarcity and want fhall fhun you ; Ceres bleffing fo is ...
Strana 59
... Come with a thought ; I thank you : - Ariel , come . Profpero comes forward from the Cell ; enter Ariel to him . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to ; what's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my ...
... Come with a thought ; I thank you : - Ariel , come . Profpero comes forward from the Cell ; enter Ariel to him . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to ; what's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my ...
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againſt Anne Ariel Becauſe beſt Caius Caliban defire Demetrius doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid Fairies Falstaff Fent fhall fhew fhould fince fing fleep fome foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet gentlemen hath hear heart heav'n Hermia Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft houſe huſband Julia Laun lofe lord Lyfander Madam mafter Brook marry miftrefs Ford Milan Mira miſtreſs moft monfter moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf night Pift pleaſe pray prefent Profpero Protheus Puck Pyramus Queen Quic Quin reaſon reft ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe Silvia Sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen ſome ſpeak Speed ſpirit ſweet Sycorax tell thee Thef thefe there's theſe thou art Thurio Trin Trinculo uſe Valentine whofe wife worſhip yourſelf
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Strana 146 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Strana 109 - The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Strana 134 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :' One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Strana 69 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Strana 64 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Strana 134 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, 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 93 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'da beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable...
Strana 29 - ... the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Strana 36 - 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.