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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... face " From Claudia's mynde remove . " By hym was Fauftus often harde , " By hym his futes toke place , " By hym he often dyd afpyre To fe his Ladyes face . " This paffed well , tyll at the length " " This OBSERVATIONS. ...
... face " From Claudia's mynde remove . " By hym was Fauftus often harde , " By hym his futes toke place , " By hym he often dyd afpyre To fe his Ladyes face . " This paffed well , tyll at the length " " This OBSERVATIONS. ...
Pagina 2
... face at ample view ; But , like a cloistress , fhe will veiled walk , And water once a day her chamber round With eye - offending brine : all this , to season A brother's dead love , which he would keep fresh , And lafting , in her fad ...
... face at ample view ; But , like a cloistress , fhe will veiled walk , And water once a day her chamber round With eye - offending brine : all this , to season A brother's dead love , which he would keep fresh , And lafting , in her fad ...
Pagina 6
... face . Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet fir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you too , fir . Sir To . Accoft , fir Andrew , accoft . Sir And ...
... face . Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet fir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you too , fir . Sir To . Accoft , fir Andrew , accoft . Sir And ...
Pagina 15
... . Gentlewoman , my lady calls . Re - enter MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face ; We'll once more hear Orfino's embally . Enter Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the Act 1 . 15 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
... . Gentlewoman , my lady calls . Re - enter MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face ; We'll once more hear Orfino's embally . Enter Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the Act 1 . 15 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
Pagina 17
... face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your lord to nego- tiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and shew you the picture . Look you , fir , fuch a one I was this prefent : Is't not well ...
... face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your lord to nego- tiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and shew you the picture . Look you , fir , fuch a one I was this prefent : Is't not well ...
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.