The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumul 2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 101
... face , and be hang'd an hour ! Will't not off ? [ Pulls off the Friar's hood , and discovers the Duke . Duke . Thou art the first knave , that e'er made a duke.- First , Provost , let me bail these gentle three : -- Sneak not away , sir ...
... face , and be hang'd an hour ! Will't not off ? [ Pulls off the Friar's hood , and discovers the Duke . Duke . Thou art the first knave , that e'er made a duke.- First , Provost , let me bail these gentle three : -- Sneak not away , sir ...
Pagina 117
... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue , is better than a beast of yours . VOL . II . K J 1 Bene . I would ...
... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue , is better than a beast of yours . VOL . II . K J 1 Bene . I would ...
Pagina 128
... face , - Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough ' in his purse , such a man would win any woman in the world , -if he could get her good will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband ...
... face , - Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough ' in his purse , such a man would win any woman in the world , -if he could get her good will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband ...
Pagina 144
... face on his own perfection : — I pray thee , sing , and let me woo no more . Balth . Because you talk of wooing , I will sing : Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he wooes ; Yet will he swear ...
... face on his own perfection : — I pray thee , sing , and let me woo no more . Balth . Because you talk of wooing , I will sing : Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he wooes ; Yet will he swear ...
Pagina 158
... face ? D. Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they say of him . Claud . Nay , but his jesting spirit ; which is now crept into a lutestring , and now governed by stops . D. Pedro . Indeed , that tells a heavy ...
... face ? D. Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they say of him . Claud . Nay , but his jesting spirit ; which is now crept into a lutestring , and now governed by stops . D. Pedro . Indeed , that tells a heavy ...
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ABHORSON ARMADO Athens Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable moon Moth musick Navarre never night oath Oberon offend pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE shame signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Pagina 47 - 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...
Pagina 225 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 395 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Pagina 62 - 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 395 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Pagina 137 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Pagina 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Pagina 396 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.