The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 12
... Ifab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Ifab . Yes , truly : I speak not as defiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the fifter - hood , the votarifts of faint Clare ...
... Ifab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Ifab . Yes , truly : I speak not as defiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the fifter - hood , the votarifts of faint Clare ...
Pagina 13
... Ifab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me afk ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his fifter . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Ifab ...
... Ifab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me afk ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his fifter . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Ifab ...
Pagina 14
... Ifab . Some one with child by him ? -My coufin Juliet ? Lucio . Is the your cousin ? Ifab . Adoptedly ; as fchool - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . Ifab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . She it is ...
... Ifab . Some one with child by him ? -My coufin Juliet ? Lucio . Is the your cousin ? Ifab . Adoptedly ; as fchool - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . Ifab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . She it is ...
Pagina 15
... Ifab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has cenfur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Ifab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Affay the power you have . Ifab . My ...
... Ifab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has cenfur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Ifab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Affay the power you have . Ifab . My ...
Pagina 26
... Ifab . I am a woeful fuitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Ifab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most defire fhould meet the blow of juftice ; For which I would not plead ...
... Ifab . I am a woeful fuitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Ifab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most defire fhould meet the blow of juftice ; For which I would not plead ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Afide againſt Anne anſwer bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bora brother Caius Claud Claudio coufin defire doft Dogb doth Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit faid FALSTAFF feems fent fhall fignior fir John firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak friar fuch fure gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero himſelf Hoft honeſt honour houfe houſe huſband Ifab Illyria itſelf knave lady Leon Leonato Lucio mafter mafter Brook maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs miſtreſs Ford moft moſt muſt myſelf night Pedro Pift pleaſe Pompey pray preſent prince priſon Prov Provoft purpoſe Quick Re-enter reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY SIR TOBY BELCH Slen ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange tell thee there's theſe thou art thouſand to-morrow uſe wife Windfor woman yourſelf
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Pagina 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Pagina 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Pagina 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.