The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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Pagina xlii
... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be con- ceived . Now you shall have three ladies " ( that is , boys in female attire ) " walk to gather flowers , and then we must believe the stage to be a garden ; by and by we hear news ...
... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be con- ceived . Now you shall have three ladies " ( that is , boys in female attire ) " walk to gather flowers , and then we must believe the stage to be a garden ; by and by we hear news ...
Pagina lvi
... tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi . Bru . Well ; Then I shall see thee again . Ghost . Ay , at Philippi . [ Exit Ghost . Whether we take this as a reality , or as a spectral illusion visible only to a diseased and overwrought ...
... tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi . Bru . Well ; Then I shall see thee again . Ghost . Ay , at Philippi . [ Exit Ghost . Whether we take this as a reality , or as a spectral illusion visible only to a diseased and overwrought ...
Pagina xcii
... tell old tales , and laugh At gilded butterflies , and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too , Who loses and who wins ; who's in , who's out ; And take upon's the mystery of things , As if we were God's ...
... tell old tales , and laugh At gilded butterflies , and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too , Who loses and who wins ; who's in , who's out ; And take upon's the mystery of things , As if we were God's ...
Pagina 6
... 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 hadst , and more , Miranda ...
... 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 hadst , and more , Miranda ...
Pagina 7
... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution , And executing the outward face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition Growing , Dost ...
... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution , And executing the outward face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition Growing , Dost ...
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ARIEL bawd Ben Jonson brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter death devil doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hang hath hear heart heaven hither honour Host husband Illyria Isab Julius Cæsar king knave lady Laun letter look Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry Master Brook master doctor Mira Mistress Ford never night pardon Pist play Pompey pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Proteus Prov PROVOST Quick Re-enter Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shakespeare Shal Silvia Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen soul speak Speed Stratford sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine What's wife WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE woman word youth
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Pagina 204 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 285 - Take, O, 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 183 - 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.
Pagina 275 - In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling! — 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 275 - 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, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Pagina 50 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required 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 xxxviii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina xc - Alas ! alas ! 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 50 - By moonshine 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...
Pagina 24 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.