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 36
... Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do can do no hurt to try ...
... Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do can do no hurt to try ...
Σελίδα 37
... Art thou so confident ? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring , Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist ...
... Art thou so confident ? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring , Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist ...
Σελίδα 48
... art thou good for nothing but taking up ; and that thou ' rt scarce worth . Par . Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee , Laf . Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , lest thou hasten thy trial ; - which if— Lord have ...
... art thou good for nothing but taking up ; and that thou ' rt scarce worth . Par . Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee , Laf . Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , lest thou hasten thy trial ; - which if— Lord have ...
Σελίδα 49
... thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger I'd beat thee : methinks thou art ...
... thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger I'd beat thee : methinks thou art ...
Σελίδα 52
... thou ' rt a knave ; that's , before me thou ' rt a knave ; this had been truth , sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool ; I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , sir , or were you taught to find me ? The search , sir ...
... thou ' rt a knave ; that's , before me thou ' rt a knave ; this had been truth , sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool ; I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , sir , or were you taught to find me ? The search , sir ...
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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.