The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volume 4H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... Saying , Coufin Toby , my fortunes baving caft me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech ; • Sir To . What , what ? Mal . You must amend your drunkenness , Sir To . Out , fcab ! Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of ...
... Saying , Coufin Toby , my fortunes baving caft me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech ; • Sir To . What , what ? Mal . You must amend your drunkenness , Sir To . Out , fcab ! Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of ...
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... is with me as the very true fonnet is : Pleafe one , and pleafe all . 1 He fays , be'll come ; } i . e . I fuppofe now , or admit now , he says he'll come . WARBURTON . Oli . Oli . Why , how doft thou , man ? WHAT YOU WILL . 73 .
... is with me as the very true fonnet is : Pleafe one , and pleafe all . 1 He fays , be'll come ; } i . e . I fuppofe now , or admit now , he says he'll come . WARBURTON . Oli . Oli . Why , how doft thou , man ? WHAT YOU WILL . 73 .
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... say ? Mar. La you , an you fpeak ill of the devil , how he takes it at heart ! Pray God , he be not bewitch'd ! Fab . Carry his water to the wife woman . Mar. Marry , and it thall be done to - morrow morning , if I live . My lady would ...
... say ? Mar. La you , an you fpeak ill of the devil , how he takes it at heart ! Pray God , he be not bewitch'd ! Fab . Carry his water to the wife woman . Mar. Marry , and it thall be done to - morrow morning , if I live . My lady would ...
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... say , he has been fencer to the Sophy . Sir And . Pox on't , I'll not meddle with him . Sir To . Ay , but he will not now be pacified : Fabian can scarce hold him yonder . Sir And . Plague on't ; an I thought he had been vali- ant , and ...
... say , he has been fencer to the Sophy . Sir And . Pox on't , I'll not meddle with him . Sir To . Ay , but he will not now be pacified : Fabian can scarce hold him yonder . Sir And . Plague on't ; an I thought he had been vali- ant , and ...
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... Say'ft thou , that houfe is dark ? 4 Mal . As hell , fir Topas . 6 Clown . Why , it hath bay windows transparent as bar- - very wittily faid - That , that is , is : ] This is a very humorous banter of the rules established in the ...
... Say'ft thou , that houfe is dark ? 4 Mal . As hell , fir Topas . 6 Clown . Why , it hath bay windows transparent as bar- - very wittily faid - That , that is , is : ] This is a very humorous banter of the rules established in the ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt alfo anſwer Autolycus Baft Banquo becauſe blood Camillo caufe Clown Cymbeline death defire doth Duke emendation Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion faid fame father Faulconbridge fcene fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince fleep fome fool foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fubfequent fuch fuppofe fure fweet hath heaven Henry Henry IV himſelf honour houſe Illyria itſelf JOHNSON King John lady Leon loft lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff mafter MALONE Malvolio means moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf night o'the obferved occafion old copy paffage perfon play pleaſe prefent prince purpoſe queen Rape of Lucrece reafon ſay ſeems Shakspeare ſhall ſhe Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby ſpeak STEEVENS thane thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou art thought ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe Winter's Tale Witch word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 320 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 370 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 295 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Página 305 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Página 184 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 309 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Página 62 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 292 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 331 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Página 285 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...