The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Strana 10
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course1 . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- 3 The ...
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course1 . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- 3 The ...
Strana 11
... Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us as- sist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou might ...
... Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us as- sist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; - ' Would , thou might ...
Strana 33
... be as free As mountain winds : but then exactly do All points of my command . Ari . To the syllable . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another part of the Island SC . II . 33 TEMPEST .
... be as free As mountain winds : but then exactly do All points of my command . Ari . To the syllable . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another part of the Island SC . II . 33 TEMPEST .
Strana 46
... Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of Wood . A noise of Thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch - meal ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of Wood . A noise of Thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch - meal ...
Strana 53
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a Log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and1 their labour Delight in them sets off 2 : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a Log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and1 their labour Delight in them sets off 2 : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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Strana 39 - I' 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 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Strana 47 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 89 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Strana 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Strana 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Strana 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Strana 81 - By moon-shine 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 ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
Strana 334 - 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 ! Duke.
Strana 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...