The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumul 2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 11
... Turns to restraint : Our natures do pursue , ( Like rats that ravin 5 down their proper bane , ) A thirsty evil ; and when we drink , we die . Lucio . If I could speak so wisely under an arrest , I would send for certain of my creditors ...
... Turns to restraint : Our natures do pursue , ( Like rats that ravin 5 down their proper bane , ) A thirsty evil ; and when we drink , we die . Lucio . If I could speak so wisely under an arrest , I would send for certain of my creditors ...
Pagina 16
... Turn you the key , and know his business of him ; You may , I may not ; you are yet unsworn : When you have vow'd , you must not speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not show your face ...
... Turn you the key , and know his business of him ; You may , I may not ; you are yet unsworn : When you have vow'd , you must not speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not show your face ...
Pagina 35
... turn back . -Fare Ang . I will bethink me : - -Come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! bribe me ? Isab . Ay , with such gifts , that heaven Scene II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 35.
... turn back . -Fare Ang . I will bethink me : - -Come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! bribe me ? Isab . Ay , with such gifts , that heaven Scene II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE . 35.
Pagina 59
... turn good husband now , Pompey ; you will keep the house . + Clo . I hope , sir , your good worship will be my bail . Lucio . No , indeed , will I not , Pompey ; it is not the wear . 5 I will pray , Pompey , to increase your bondage if ...
... turn good husband now , Pompey ; you will keep the house . + Clo . I hope , sir , your good worship will be my bail . Lucio . No , indeed , will I not , Pompey ; it is not the wear . 5 I will pray , Pompey , to increase your bondage if ...
Pagina 71
... turn the scale . [ Exit . Clo . Pray , sir , by your good favour , ( for , surely , sir , a good favour ' you have , but that you have a hanging look , ) do you call , sir , your occupation a mystery ? Abhor . Ay , sir ; a mystery . Clo ...
... turn the scale . [ Exit . Clo . Pray , sir , by your good favour , ( for , surely , sir , a good favour ' you have , but that you have a hanging look , ) do you call , sir , your occupation a mystery ? Abhor . Ay , sir ; a mystery . Clo ...
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Pagina 47 - 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...
Pagina 225 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 395 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Pagina 62 - 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.
Pagina 395 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Pagina 137 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Pagina 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Pagina 396 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.