Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakespeare [by P. J. Collier] Shakespeare's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Pagina lxi
... unto the places where they are wont to delight the publique eare . Their trust and sute nowe is not to bee molested in their waye of life whereby they maintaine them selves and their wives and families ( being both maried and of good ...
... unto the places where they are wont to delight the publique eare . Their trust and sute nowe is not to bee molested in their waye of life whereby they maintaine them selves and their wives and families ( being both maried and of good ...
Pagina lxxv
... unto my daughter Judith , one hun- dred and fifty pounds of lawful English money , to be paid unto her in manner and form following ; that is to say , one hundred pounds in discharge of her marriage portion within one year after my de ...
... unto my daughter Judith , one hun- dred and fifty pounds of lawful English money , to be paid unto her in manner and form following ; that is to say , one hundred pounds in discharge of her marriage portion within one year after my de ...
Pagina lxxvi
... unto , or at any [ time ] after , do suffi- ciently assure unto her , and the issue of her body , lands answerable to the portion by this my will given unto her , and to be adjudged so by my executors and overseers , then my will is ...
... unto , or at any [ time ] after , do suffi- ciently assure unto her , and the issue of her body , lands answerable to the portion by this my will given unto her , and to be adjudged so by my executors and overseers , then my will is ...
Pagina lxxvii
... unto my daughter Susanna Hall , for better enabling of her to perform this my will , and towards the performance thereof , all that capital messuage or tenement , with the appurtenances , in Stratford aforesaid , called The New Place ...
... unto my daughter Susanna Hall , for better enabling of her to perform this my will , and towards the performance thereof , all that capital messuage or tenement , with the appurtenances , in Stratford aforesaid , called The New Place ...
Pagina lxxviii
... unto my wife my second best bed , with the furniture . Item , I give and bequeath to my said daughter Judith my broad silver gilt bowl . All the rest of my goods , chattels , leases , plate , jewels , and household stuff whatsoever ...
... unto my wife my second best bed , with the furniture . Item , I give and bequeath to my said daughter Judith my broad silver gilt bowl . All the rest of my goods , chattels , leases , plate , jewels , and household stuff whatsoever ...
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actor ARIEL Blackfriars Blackfriars theatre Bridgewater House Burbage Caius Caliban daughter dost doth dramatic Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen give hath hear heart heaven honor Host James Burbage Julia king knave lady Laun letter Lord Ellesmere madam Malone Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Pist play Poet pray Prospero Proteus Quick Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Proteus Slen speak Speed spirit Stratford Stratford upon Avon Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell theatre thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo unto Valentine wife William Shakspeare William Tuthill Windsor woman word
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Pagina 69 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ". PRO.
Pagina 373 - 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 357 - 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 51 - 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 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Pagina 249 - 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 67 - 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 385 - Take, oh 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 278 - 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...
Pagina 68 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them 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.