The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Svazek 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... FORD . Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. ANNE PAGE , her daughter , in love with Fenton . Mrs. QUICKLY , servant to Dr. Caius . Servants to Page , Ford , & c . SCENE , Windsor ; and the Parts adjacent . MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . ACT I. SCENE I. Windsor.
... FORD . Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. ANNE PAGE , her daughter , in love with Fenton . Mrs. QUICKLY , servant to Dr. Caius . Servants to Page , Ford , & c . SCENE , Windsor ; and the Parts adjacent . MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . ACT I. SCENE I. Windsor.
Strana 13
... FORD and Mistress PAGE following . Page . Nay , daughter , carry the wine in ; we'll drink within . [ Exit Anne Page . Slen . O heaven ! this is mistress Anne Page . Page . How now , mistress Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth ...
... FORD and Mistress PAGE following . Page . Nay , daughter , carry the wine in ; we'll drink within . [ Exit Anne Page . Slen . O heaven ! this is mistress Anne Page . Page . How now , mistress Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth ...
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... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol ; Indeed I am in the waist two yards about : but I ...
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol ; Indeed I am in the waist two yards about : but I ...
Strana 21
... Ford : we will thrive , lads , we will thrive . Pist . Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become , And by my side wear steel ? then , Lucifer take all ! Nym . I will run no base humour : here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ...
... Ford : we will thrive , lads , we will thrive . Pist . Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become , And by my side wear steel ? then , Lucifer take all ! Nym . I will run no base humour : here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ...
Strana 22
... Ford shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellowness ...
... Ford shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellowness ...
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Strana 139 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Strana 176 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Strana 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Strana 367 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Strana 293 - Alas ! alas ! 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 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Strana 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Strana 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Strana 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.