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Pagina xxv
... Othello 177 Romeo and Juliet 206 Measure for Measure 220 Much Ado About Nothing 238 Merry Wives of Windsor 251 Midsummer Night's Dream 264 Merchant of Venice 280 As You Like It 290 All's Well that Ends Well 303 Twelfth Night ; or , What ...
... Othello 177 Romeo and Juliet 206 Measure for Measure 220 Much Ado About Nothing 238 Merry Wives of Windsor 251 Midsummer Night's Dream 264 Merchant of Venice 280 As You Like It 290 All's Well that Ends Well 303 Twelfth Night ; or , What ...
Pagina 21
... Othello : " they have given me a rouse already . " It should seem from the following passage in Decker's Guls Horn book , 1609 , that the word rouse was of Danish extrac- tion . " Teach me , thou soveraigne skinker , how to take the ...
... Othello : " they have given me a rouse already . " It should seem from the following passage in Decker's Guls Horn book , 1609 , that the word rouse was of Danish extrac- tion . " Teach me , thou soveraigne skinker , how to take the ...
Pagina 59
... Othello , " May his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day ! " With many the like imprecations . Why then are these passed over as blameless , while the one in question is so loudly exclaimed against ? Such fulminations had been better ...
... Othello , " May his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day ! " With many the like imprecations . Why then are these passed over as blameless , while the one in question is so loudly exclaimed against ? Such fulminations had been better ...
Pagina 98
... Othello- " I thought to have jerk'd him underneath the ribs " ( i . e . stab him ) — " Might his quietus make with a bare bodkin ” ( i . e . kill himself . ) These are perfectly analogous , and so of others which it is unnecessary to ...
... Othello- " I thought to have jerk'd him underneath the ribs " ( i . e . stab him ) — " Might his quietus make with a bare bodkin ” ( i . e . kill himself . ) These are perfectly analogous , and so of others which it is unnecessary to ...
Pagina 101
... Othello . Macb . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' tis , It shall make honor for you . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' tis , ] Consent for will . So that the sense of the line is , If you shall go into my measures ...
... Othello . Macb . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' tis , It shall make honor for you . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' tis , ] Consent for will . So that the sense of the line is , If you shall go into my measures ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
affection allusion alteration ancient appears bag-pipe beauty believe blood called certainly character Chaucer Coriolanus corrupt Cymbeline doth Duke emendation epithet expression fair fear folio follows fool fortune French give gleek Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven honor Iago JOHN Johnson JouN king King Lear lady language Lear lord Macbeth meaning Measure for Measure Michael Cassio Midsummer Night's Dream mistaken nature never night noble nonsense obscure observed old copy old reading opinion Othello Oxford editor passage passion patience perhaps play poet poor present reading Prince proper quarto quarto reads queen reason Richard III says scene seems sense SHAK Shakspeare Shakspeare wrote Shakspeare's shew signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer speak speech stand STEEV Steevens suppose thee THEOB Theobald thing thou art thought tion true reading understand understood virtue WARB Warburton Winter's Tale word writers wrong
Pasaje populare
Pagina 194 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ : this may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison : — Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Bum like the mines of sulphur.
Pagina 2 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Pagina 92 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Pagina 286 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pagina 218 - Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Pagina 96 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pagina 8 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly...
Pagina 24 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Pagina 105 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 89 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...