The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Svazek 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strana 8
... eyes did fee Olivia first , Methought the purged the air of pestilence ; That inftant was I turned into a hart , And ... eye - offending brine : all this to feafon . -for to define true madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but ...
... eyes did fee Olivia first , Methought the purged the air of pestilence ; That inftant was I turned into a hart , And ... eye - offending brine : all this to feafon . -for to define true madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but ...
Strana 11
... eyes not fee . Vio . I thank thee ; lead me on .. [ Exeunt . SCENE , an Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure , care's an ...
... eyes not fee . Vio . I thank thee ; lead me on .. [ Exeunt . SCENE , an Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure , care's an ...
Strana 25
... eyes , with lids to them . Item , one neck , one chin , and fo forth . Were you fent hither to praife me ? Vin . I fee you , what you are ; you are too proud ; But if you were the devil , you are fair . My Lord and Mailer loves you : O ...
... eyes , with lids to them . Item , one neck , one chin , and fo forth . Were you fent hither to praife me ? Vin . I fee you , what you are ; you are too proud ; But if you were the devil , you are fair . My Lord and Mailer loves you : O ...
Strana 27
... eyes . Well , let it be What ho , Malvolio.- Enter MALVOLIO . Mal . Here , Madam , at your fervice . Oli . Run after ... eye too great a flatterer for my mind : Fate fhew thy force ; ourselves we do not owe ; What is decreed muft be ...
... eyes . Well , let it be What ho , Malvolio.- Enter MALVOLIO . Mal . Here , Madam , at your fervice . Oli . Run after ... eye too great a flatterer for my mind : Fate fhew thy force ; ourselves we do not owe ; What is decreed muft be ...
Strana 29
... eye ; if not , be it his that finds it . [ Exit . Vio . I left no ring with her ; what means this lady ? Fortune forbid my outfide have not charin'd her ! She made good view of me ; indeed fo much , That fure methought her eyes had lost ...
... eye ; if not , be it his that finds it . [ Exit . Vio . I left no ring with her ; what means this lady ? Fortune forbid my outfide have not charin'd her ! She made good view of me ; indeed fo much , That fure methought her eyes had lost ...
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Strana 7 - 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 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Strana 287 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Strana 328 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Strana 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.