The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Edited from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon His Genius, Τόμος 5Little, Brown, 1865 |
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Σελίδα 15
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . - He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count . Heaven bless him ! - Farewell , Bertram ...
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . - He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count . Heaven bless him ! - Farewell , Bertram ...
Σελίδα 20
... prayers ; when thou hast none , re- member thy friends : get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : so farewell . [ Exit . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to Heaven : the fated sky Gives us ...
... prayers ; when thou hast none , re- member thy friends : get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : so farewell . [ Exit . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to Heaven : the fated sky Gives us ...
Σελίδα 31
... pray God's blessing into thy attempt : Be gone to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. - Paris . A Room in the KING'S Palace . Flourish . Enter KING , with several ...
... pray God's blessing into thy attempt : Be gone to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. - Paris . A Room in the KING'S Palace . Flourish . Enter KING , with several ...
Σελίδα 40
... pray you , sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , sir . There's a simple putting off ; more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , sir . - Thick , thick , spare not me ...
... pray you , sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , sir . There's a simple putting off ; more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , sir . - Thick , thick , spare not me ...
Σελίδα 51
... prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles , and I her money , I would she did as you say . Par . Why , I say nothing . Clo . Marry , you ...
... prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles , and I her money , I would she did as you say . Par . Why , I say nothing . Clo . Marry , you ...
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Antigonus Autolycus BERTRAM beseech better Bohemia Camillo Clown Collier's folio corruption Count daughter dear dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fool Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart Heaven HELENA Hermione honest honour Illyria King knave lady Lafeu Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Love's Labour's Won Madam maid Malvolio marry means Measure for Measure misprint mistress morris dance Narbon never night noble Note Olivia original Pandosto Parolles passage Paul Paulina play Polixenes pr'ythee pray Queen Rousillon SCENE sense Shakespeare's Shakespeare's day Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH song speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Twelfth Night wife Winter's Tale word youth
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Σελίδα 155 - 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.
Σελίδα 324 - 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.
Σελίδα 339 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Σελίδα 90 - Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass.
Σελίδα 82 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Σελίδα 179 - 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. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Σελίδα 239 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but. a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Σελίδα 186 - ... 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.
Σελίδα 338 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Σελίδα 337 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.