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The Spirit of the Plays of Shakspeare: Exhibited in a Series of ..., Volume 1
Visualização integral - 1827
The Spirit of the Plays of Shakspeare: Exhibited in a Series of ..., Volume 3
Visualização integral - 1833
The Spirit of the Plays of Shakspeare: Exhibited in a Series of ..., Volume 4
Visualização integral - 1833
Act I. S. Angelo ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN arbour Ariel art thou awake Barnardine Beat Beatrice Borachio's confession brother Caliban Cesario Claud Clown cross-gartered daughter dear Demetrius disguised Dogb Don John Don Pedro dost Duke Egeus escape with EGLAMOUR eyes FABIAN fair Hero Ferdinand FRANK HOWARD GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give hath Helena HERMIA hither honour husband Is't Isab Isabella Julia King ladyship Launce Leon Leonato letter and ring lord LUCIO Lysander madam Malvolio Maria Mariana marry MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM Milan Miranda monsieur Nymphs OBERON and TITANIA Olivia ORSINO sending VIOLA Pedro and Claudio PLATES play pray Prospero Proteus Provost Puck purse Quince Ragozine REFERENCES DESCRIPTIVE ring to Silvia saving of Viola Shakspeare Signior Benedick sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek SIR TOBY BELCH spirit Stephano Sycorax taking leave tell thee THESEUS thine Thisby Thurio Trinculo Valentine villain watching What's
Página 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 97 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Página 226 - Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic : not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Página 13 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not.
Página 99 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...