The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth nightJ. Munroe, 1851 |
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Pagina 40
... I'll set thee free for this ! [ To FERD . ] A word , good sir : - I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : 41 a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd ...
... I'll set thee free for this ! [ To FERD . ] A word , good sir : - I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : 41 a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd ...
Pagina 41
... I'll make you The queen of Naples . Pro . Soft , sir : one word more . [ Aside . ] They are both in either's powers : but this swift business I must uneasy make , lest too light winning Make the prize light . [ To FERD . ] One word more ...
... I'll make you The queen of Naples . Pro . Soft , sir : one word more . [ Aside . ] They are both in either's powers : but this swift business I must uneasy make , lest too light winning Make the prize light . [ To FERD . ] One word more ...
Pagina 54
... I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw together : And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . Seb . O ...
... I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . Ant . Draw together : And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . Seb . O ...
Pagina 59
... I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now , and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : If I can recover him , and keep him ...
... I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now , and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : If I can recover him , and keep him ...
Pagina 60
... I'll swear , upon that bottle , to be thy true subject ; for the liquor is not earthly . Ste . Here ; swear then how thou escap❜dst . Trin . Swam a - shore , man , like a duck : I can swim like a duck , I'll be sworn . of a long spoon ...
... I'll swear , upon that bottle , to be thy true subject ; for the liquor is not earthly . Ste . Here ; swear then how thou escap❜dst . Trin . Swam a - shore , man , like a duck : I can swim like a duck , I'll be sworn . of a long spoon ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ARIEL better Caius Caliban called devil dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give hath hear heart heaven Henry IV Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave knight lady Laun Launce lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never Olivia Pist play Poet Poet's pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare 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 sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night Valentine Verona Windsor woman word
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Pagina 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Pagina 92 - 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.
Pagina 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Pagina xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Pagina 72 - 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 93 - 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.
Pagina 93 - 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.
Pagina 92 - 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 77 - 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 92 - 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...