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, Volumen2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... keep fresh , And lasting , in her sad remembrance . Duke . O , she , that hath a heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will she love , when the rich golden shaft , Hath kill'd the flock of all ...
... keep fresh , And lasting , in her sad remembrance . Duke . O , she , that hath a heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will she love , when the rich golden shaft , Hath kill'd the flock of all ...
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... keep my hand dry . But what's your jest ? Mar. A dry jest , sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , sir ; I have them at my fingers ' ends : marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou ...
... keep my hand dry . But what's your jest ? Mar. A dry jest , sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , sir ; I have them at my fingers ' ends : marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou ...
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... had then no opening or but- tons , ) and going into straps or eyes fixed to the doublet , and there- by keeping the hose from falling down . BLACKSTONE . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... had then no opening or but- tons , ) and going into straps or eyes fixed to the doublet , and there- by keeping the hose from falling down . BLACKSTONE . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
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... keep it in . I heard , you were saucy at my gates ; and allowed your approach , rather to wonder at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of moon with me , to make one ...
... keep it in . I heard , you were saucy at my gates ; and allowed your approach , rather to wonder at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of moon with me , to make one ...
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... keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . What is your parentage ...
... keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . What is your parentage ...
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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.