“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 2Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1804 |
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... head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest , it will not curl by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough , does't not ? Sir To . Excellent ; it hangs like flax on a ...
... head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest , it will not curl by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough , does't not ? Sir To . Excellent ; it hangs like flax on a ...
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... head to your ears , divinity ; to any other's , pro- phanation . t Oli . Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity . [ Exit MARIA . ] Now , Sir , what is your text ? Vio . Most sweet Lady , Oli . A comfortable doctrine , and ...
... head to your ears , divinity ; to any other's , pro- phanation . t Oli . Give us the place alone : we will hear this divinity . [ Exit MARIA . ] Now , Sir , what is your text ? Vio . Most sweet Lady , Oli . A comfortable doctrine , and ...
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... head . Take him away ; he knows , I know him well . Ant . I must obey . This comes with seeking you ; But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it . What will you do ? Now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse : It grieves me Much ...
... head . Take him away ; he knows , I know him well . Ant . I must obey . This comes with seeking you ; But there's no remedy ; I shall answer it . What will you do ? Now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse : It grieves me Much ...
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... head broke . Sir And . For the love of God , a surgeon ; send one presently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . He has broke my head across , and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help ...
... head broke . Sir And . For the love of God , a surgeon ; send one presently to Sir Toby . Oli . What's the matter ? Sir And . He has broke my head across , and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help ...
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... head for nothing ; and that that I did , I was set on to do't by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : You drew your sword upon me , without cause ; But I bespake you fair , and hurt you not . Sir And . If a ...
... head for nothing ; and that that I did , I was set on to do't by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : You drew your sword upon me , without cause ; But I bespake you fair , and hurt you not . Sir And . If a ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 2 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1797 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 2 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1798 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ABHORSON ancient appears Barnardine bawd believe Ben Jonson better brother called Cesario Claud Claudio Clown credent death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit faults fool friar Froth gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven honour Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON Juliet King lady last enchantment Lord Angelo Lucio Madam maid MALONE Malvolio MARIA Marry MASON master means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy mistress night offence old copy Olivia pardon passage play Pompey pray prison Prov Provost racter RITSON SCENE seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir Andrew Sir Thomas Hanmer Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Sir Topas soul speak speech STEEVENS suppose sweet tell thee Theobald there's thief thing thou art thou hast tion tongue true TYRWHITT Viola WARBURTON What's woman word youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 114 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Página 31 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Página 114 - 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.
Página 115 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Página 131 - 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 winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 2 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 19 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. '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 89 - 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.
Página 34 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 127 - Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.