The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 2C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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Pagina 13
... Tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . " * But that the sea , & c . ] So , in King Lear : " The sea in such a storm as his bare head " In hell - black night endur'd , would have buoy'd ...
... Tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . " * But that the sea , & c . ] So , in King Lear : " The sea in such a storm as his bare head " In hell - black night endur'd , would have buoy'd ...
Pagina 15
... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.- Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.- Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
Pagina 16
... tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . ' Tis far off ; And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once , that tended me ? Pro . Thou had'st , and more ...
... tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . ' Tis far off ; And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once , that tended me ? Pro . Thou had'st , and more ...
Pagina 19
... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , 3 - he did believe 1 I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicate- ] The old copy has- " dedicated , " but we should read , as in the present text , " dedicate ...
... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , 3 - he did believe 1 I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicate- ] The old copy has- " dedicated , " but we should read , as in the present text , " dedicate ...
Pagina 20
... tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
... tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra Ariel Ben Jonson Caliban called comedy Demetrius dost doth Duke edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair gentle Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart Helena Hermia Johnson Julia King Henry lady Laun Launce lion lord lover Lysander Macbeth madam Malone Mason master means Measure for Measure metre Midsummer Night's Dream Milan Mira mistress monster moon musick never night Oberon observes old copy reads Othello passage play poet pray Prospero Proteus Puck Pyramus quarto Quin Ritson scene second folio sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shew signifies Silvia sleep song speak Speed spirit Steevens Stephano strange supposed sweet tell thee Theobald Theseus thing Thisbe thou art thou hast Thurio Tita Titania translation Trin Trinculo unto Valentine Warburton word
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Pagina 120 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, 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...
Pagina 36 - em. Cal. 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...
Pagina 284 - And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft...
Pagina 129 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Pagina 322 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first, like coats...
Pagina 96 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Pagina 376 - And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic.
Pagina 167 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 87 - 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.
Pagina 354 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! Hip.