The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pagina 164
... meet . Mari . You have not been inquired after : I have sat here all day . Enter ISABella . 2 Duke . I do constantly believe you : -The time is come , even now . I shall crave your forbearance a little ; may be , I will call upon you ...
... meet . Mari . You have not been inquired after : I have sat here all day . Enter ISABella . 2 Duke . I do constantly believe you : -The time is come , even now . I shall crave your forbearance a little ; may be , I will call upon you ...
Pagina 167
... meet , compound with him by the year , and let him abide here with you ; if not , use him for the present , and dismiss him : He cannot plead his estimation with you ; he hath been a bawd . Abhor . A bawd , sir ? Fye upon him , he will ...
... meet , compound with him by the year , and let him abide here with you ; if not , use him for the present , and dismiss him : He cannot plead his estimation with you ; he hath been a bawd . Abhor . A bawd , sir ? Fye upon him , he will ...
Pagina 177
... meet me at the consecrated fount , A league below the city ; and from thence , By cold gradation and weal - balanced form , " We shall proceed with Angelo . 3 -journal ] i . e . daily . * The under generation , ] i . e . the antipodes ...
... meet me at the consecrated fount , A league below the city ; and from thence , By cold gradation and weal - balanced form , " We shall proceed with Angelo . 3 -journal ] i . e . daily . * The under generation , ] i . e . the antipodes ...
Pagina 179
... meet him at the gates , There to give up their power . If you can , pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go ; And you shall have your bosom on this wretch , Grace of the duke , revenges to your heart , And general ...
... meet him at the gates , There to give up their power . If you can , pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go ; And you shall have your bosom on this wretch , Grace of the duke , revenges to your heart , And general ...
Pagina 181
... meet him at the gates , and re - deliver our authorities there ? Escal . I guess not . Ang . And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering , that , if any crave redress of in- justice , they should exhibit their petitions ...
... meet him at the gates , and re - deliver our authorities there ? Escal . I guess not . Ang . And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering , that , if any crave redress of in- justice , they should exhibit their petitions ...
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Barnardine bawd Beat Beatrice Bora BORACHIO brother Claud Claudio Clown cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab ISABELLA lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marg marry master master constable MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress musick never niece night Oberon Olivia Philostrate play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Sir ANDREW Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sleep soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word youth
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Pagina 326 - 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 148 - 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 ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Pagina 129 - 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 239 - 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 102 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Pagina 39 - 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 ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 369 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 5 - 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 41 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pagina 31 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.