Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... lose it . It will be thought strange , that , in enumerating the defects of this writer , I have not yet mentioned his neglect of the unities ; his violation of those laws which have been instituted and established by the joint ...
... lose it . It will be thought strange , that , in enumerating the defects of this writer , I have not yet mentioned his neglect of the unities ; his violation of those laws which have been instituted and established by the joint ...
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... lose half the praise which he might have claimed , had he dealt in allufions less temporary , or cleared up for himself those difficulties which lapse of time muft inevitably create . The author of the additional notes has rather been ...
... lose half the praise which he might have claimed , had he dealt in allufions less temporary , or cleared up for himself those difficulties which lapse of time muft inevitably create . The author of the additional notes has rather been ...
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... lose their diftinctness , so that what is there discovered , is faint , obfcure , and doubtful . JOHNSON . * she that from Naples Can have no note , & c . ] Shakespeare's great ignorance of geography is not more confpicuous in any ...
... lose their diftinctness , so that what is there discovered , is faint , obfcure , and doubtful . JOHNSON . * she that from Naples Can have no note , & c . ] Shakespeare's great ignorance of geography is not more confpicuous in any ...
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... lose our bottles in the pool- Ste . There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that , monster , but an infinite lofs . Trin . That's more to me than my wetting : yet this is your harmless fairy , monster . Ste . I will fetch off my ...
... lose our bottles in the pool- Ste . There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that , monster , but an infinite lofs . Trin . That's more to me than my wetting : yet this is your harmless fairy , monster . Ste . I will fetch off my ...
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... lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do ; we steal by line and level , and't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee for that jest ; here's a garment for't : wit shall not go unrewarded , while I am king of this country ...
... lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin . Trin . Do , do ; we steal by line and level , and't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee for that jest ; here's a garment for't : wit shall not go unrewarded , while I am king of this country ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
almoſt Anne Ariel becauſe beſt Caius Caliban cauſe criticks daughter defire deſign Duke edition editors elſe Engliſh Enter Exeunt Exit expreſſion faid falſe Falſtaff fame fatire fervant firſt fome Ford fubject fuch fure give hath Hoft houſe humour JOHNSON juſt laſt Laun leſs Lond lord loſe maſter maſter Brook Mira miſtreſs month's mind moſt muſt myſelf neceſſary obſerved occafion paſſages play pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe pray preſent Profpero Protheus publiſhed purpoſe quartos Quic reaſon reſt ſame ſay ſcene ſeems ſenſe ſervice ſeveral Shal ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould Silvia ſince Sir John Slen ſome ſometimes ſpeak ſpeech Speed ſpirit ſtage ſtand ſtate STEEVENS ſtill ſtory ſtrange ſuch ſuppoſe thee THEOBALD theſe thoſe thou thought Thurio tranſlated Trin uſe Valentine WARBURTON whoſe wife William Shakespeare word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 89 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Página 83 - To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun , call'd forth the mutinous winds , And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt...
Página 82 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...