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 31
... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To find the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let ...
... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ! Why , every fault's condemn'd , ere it be done : Mine were the very cipher of a function , To find the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let ...
Pagina 32
... heaven , nor man , grieve at the mercy . Ang . I will not do't . Isab . But can you , if you would ? Ang . Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isab . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd ...
... heaven , nor man , grieve at the mercy . Ang . I will not do't . Isab . But can you , if you would ? Ang . Look , what I will not , that I cannot do . Isab . But might you do't , and do the world no wrong , If so your heart were touch'd ...
Pagina 33
... heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . Ay , well said . Ang . The law hath not been ...
... heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . Ay , well said . Ang . The law hath not been ...
Pagina 34
... heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.- Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak , Than the soft myrtle ; -O , but man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief ...
... heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.- Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak , Than the soft myrtle ; -O , but man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief ...
Pagina 35
... heaven , As make the angels weep ; who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . Lucio . O , to him , to him , wench : he will relent ; He's coming , I perceive't . Prov . Pray heaven , she win him ! Isab . We cannot ...
... heaven , As make the angels weep ; who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . Lucio . O , to him , to him , wench : he will relent ; He's coming , I perceive't . Prov . Pray heaven , she win him ! Isab . We cannot ...
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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.