Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV., part IJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pagina 11
... thing I cannot get . I to the world am like a drop of water , That in the ocean seeks another drop ; Who , falling there to find his fellow forth , Unseen , inquisitive , confounds himself : So I , to find a mother , and a brother , In ...
... thing I cannot get . I to the world am like a drop of water , That in the ocean seeks another drop ; Who , falling there to find his fellow forth , Unseen , inquisitive , confounds himself : So I , to find a mother , and a brother , In ...
Pagina 21
... jest in good time ; There's a time for all things . Dro . S. I durst have denied that , before you were so cholerick . 8 and insconce it too ; ] A sconce was a petty fortification Ant . S. By what rule , sir ? Dro COMEDY OF ERRORS . 21.
... jest in good time ; There's a time for all things . Dro . S. I durst have denied that , before you were so cholerick . 8 and insconce it too ; ] A sconce was a petty fortification Ant . S. By what rule , sir ? Dro COMEDY OF ERRORS . 21.
Pagina 22
... thing falsing . ' Dro . S. Certain ones then . Ant . S. Name them . Dro . S. The one , to save the money that he by fine and recovery ? ] This attempt at pleasantry must have originated from our author's clerkship to an attorney . He ...
... thing falsing . ' Dro . S. Certain ones then . Ant . S. Name them . Dro . S. The one , to save the money that he by fine and recovery ? ] This attempt at pleasantry must have originated from our author's clerkship to an attorney . He ...
Pagina 23
... things . Dro . S. Marry , and did , sir ; namely , no time to recover hair lost by nature . Ant . S. But your reason was not substantial , why there is no time to recover . Dro . S. Thus I mend it : Time himself is bald , and therefore ...
... things . Dro . S. Marry , and did , sir ; namely , no time to recover hair lost by nature . Ant . S. But your reason was not substantial , why there is no time to recover . Dro . S. Thus I mend it : Time himself is bald , and therefore ...
Pagina 37
... thing like so clean kept ; For why ? she sweats , a man may go over shoes in the grime of it . Ant . S. That's a fault that water will mend . Dro . S. No , sir , ' tis in grain ; Noah's flood could not do it . Ant . S. What's her name ...
... thing like so clean kept ; For why ? she sweats , a man may go over shoes in the grime of it . Ant . S. That's a fault that water will mend . Dro . S. No , sir , ' tis in grain ; Noah's flood could not do it . Ant . S. What's her name ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Scotland Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Pagina 157 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Pagina 106 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Pagina 120 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 511 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 359 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pagina 101 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Pagina 149 - 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: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Pagina 511 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 259 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
Pagina 298 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.