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, Volume 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Página 43
... play with some rich jewel . Toby approaches ; court'sies there to me : Sir To . Shall this fellow live ? Fab . Though our silence be drawn from us with cars , yet peace . 6 Mal . I extend my hand to him thus , quenching the lady of the ...
... play with some rich jewel . Toby approaches ; court'sies there to me : Sir To . Shall this fellow live ? Fab . Though our silence be drawn from us with cars , yet peace . 6 Mal . I extend my hand to him thus , quenching the lady of the ...
Página 48
... play my freedom at tray - trip , " and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I'faith , or I either . Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that , when the image of it leaves him , he must run mad . Mar. Nay , but say true ...
... play my freedom at tray - trip , " and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I'faith , or I either . Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that , when the image of it leaves him , he must run mad . Mar. Nay , but say true ...
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... play lord Pandarus of Phrygia , sir , to bring a Cressida to this Troilus . Vio . I understand you , sir ; ' tis well begg'd . Clo . The matter , I hope , is not great , sir , beg- ging but a beggar ; Cressida was a beggar . My lady is ...
... play lord Pandarus of Phrygia , sir , to bring a Cressida to this Troilus . Vio . I understand you , sir ; ' tis well begg'd . Clo . The matter , I hope , is not great , sir , beg- ging but a beggar ; Cressida was a beggar . My lady is ...
Página 51
... 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 , 3 check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a ...
... 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 , 3 check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a ...
Página 63
... play at cherry - pit2 with Satan : Hang him , foul collier ! 2 - cherry - pit- ] Cherry - pit is pitching cherry - stones into a little hole . 3 - Hang him , foul collier ! ] Collier was , in our author's time , a term of the highest ...
... play at cherry - pit2 with Satan : Hang him , foul collier ! 2 - cherry - pit- ] Cherry - pit is pitching cherry - stones into a little hole . 3 - Hang him , foul collier ! ] Collier was , in our author's time , a term of the highest ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., Volume 2 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1805 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.