Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakespeare [by P. J. Collier] Shakespeare's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Strana 32
... marrying among his subjects ? Ant . None , man ; all idle ; whores , and knaves . Gon . I would with such perfection govern , sir , To excel the golden age . Seb . Ant . Long live Gonzalo ! Gon . ' Save his majesty ! And , do you mark ...
... marrying among his subjects ? Ant . None , man ; all idle ; whores , and knaves . Gon . I would with such perfection govern , sir , To excel the golden age . Seb . Ant . Long live Gonzalo ! Gon . ' Save his majesty ! And , do you mark ...
Strana 47
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow1 You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as ...
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow1 You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as ...
Strana 48
... orthography of debauched ; following the sound of the French original . In altering the spelling we have departed from the proper pronunciation of the word . Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it 48 [ ACT III . TEMPEST .
... orthography of debauched ; following the sound of the French original . In altering the spelling we have departed from the proper pronunciation of the word . Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it 48 [ ACT III . TEMPEST .
Strana 49
William Shakespeare. Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of ...
William Shakespeare. Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of ...
Strana 86
... Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word , noddy , for my pains . 1 A term for a courtezan . 2 These words were supplied by Theobald to introduce what follows . Pro . Beshrew me , but . you have a 86 [ ACT I ...
... Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word , noddy , for my pains . 1 A term for a courtezan . 2 These words were supplied by Theobald to introduce what follows . Pro . Beshrew me , but . you have a 86 [ ACT I ...
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actor ARIEL Blackfriars Blackfriars theatre Bridgewater House Burbage Caius Caliban daughter dost doth dramatic Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen give hath hear heart heaven honor Host James Burbage Julia king knave lady Laun letter Lord Ellesmere madam Malone Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Pist play Poet pray Prospero Proteus Quick Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Proteus Slen speak Speed spirit Stratford Stratford upon Avon Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell theatre thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo unto Valentine wife William Shakspeare William Tuthill Windsor woman word
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Strana 69 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ". PRO.
Strana 373 - 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, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Strana 357 - 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 51 - 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 waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 249 - 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 67 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Strana 385 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Strana 278 - 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...
Strana 68 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.