The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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Strana 156
... Humour : 66 Come , gentlemen , I will be your condu & t . " STEEVENS . Again , in The Houfholders ' Philofophie , 4to . 1588 , p . 1 : - " I goe before , not to arrogat anie fuperioritie , but as your guide , becaufe , perhaps you are ...
... Humour : 66 Come , gentlemen , I will be your condu & t . " STEEVENS . Again , in The Houfholders ' Philofophie , 4to . 1588 , p . 1 : - " I goe before , not to arrogat anie fuperioritie , but as your guide , becaufe , perhaps you are ...
Strana 159
... Humour ; Canarie , the very Elixir and fpirit of wine . " This feems to have been the cant name for fack , of which the English were , at that time , immoderately fond . Randolph , in his Jealous Lovers , fpeaking of it , fays , A ...
... Humour ; Canarie , the very Elixir and fpirit of wine . " This feems to have been the cant name for fack , of which the English were , at that time , immoderately fond . Randolph , in his Jealous Lovers , fpeaking of it , fays , A ...
Strana 198
... Humour : 9 66 Every man was not born with my fervant Brifk's features . " STEEVENS . -'tis very clerkly done . ] i . e . like a fcholar . So , in The Merry Wives of Windfor : " Thou art clerkly , fir John , clerkly . " STEEVENS . it ...
... Humour : 9 66 Every man was not born with my fervant Brifk's features . " STEEVENS . -'tis very clerkly done . ] i . e . like a fcholar . So , in The Merry Wives of Windfor : " Thou art clerkly , fir John , clerkly . " STEEVENS . it ...
Strana 203
... mother , ( O , that she could speak now ! ) like a wood woman . ” Perhaps the humour would be heightened by reading- ( 0 , that the fhoe could speak now ! ) BLACKSTONE . I her ; why there ' tis ; here's my mother's OF VERONA . 203.
... mother , ( O , that she could speak now ! ) like a wood woman . ” Perhaps the humour would be heightened by reading- ( 0 , that the fhoe could speak now ! ) BLACKSTONE . I her ; why there ' tis ; here's my mother's OF VERONA . 203.
Strana 224
... to have the fame meaning as apage , Lat . STEEVENS . So , in Every Man out of his Humour , A & t II . fc . vi : " Out , out ! unworthy to speak where he breatheth . " REED . JUL . Nay , that I will not . Luc 224 TWO GENTLEMEN.
... to have the fame meaning as apage , Lat . STEEVENS . So , in Every Man out of his Humour , A & t II . fc . vi : " Out , out ! unworthy to speak where he breatheth . " REED . JUL . Nay , that I will not . Luc 224 TWO GENTLEMEN.
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Strana 80 - 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.
Strana 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Strana 154 - 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 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Strana 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Strana 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Strana 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Strana 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Strana 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Strana 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.