The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, 4 tomas |
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... never heard a play , ) You break into soine merry passion , And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , you should smile , he grows impatient . If í Play . Fear not , my lord ; we can contain our- selves , Were he the veriest antick in ...
... never heard a play , ) You break into soine merry passion , And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , you should smile , he grows impatient . If í Play . Fear not , my lord ; we can contain our- selves , Were he the veriest antick in ...
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... never drank sack in my life ; and if you give me any conserves , give me conserves of beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear ; for I have no more doublets than backs , no more stock- ings than legs , nor no more shoes than feet ...
... never drank sack in my life ; and if you give me any conserves , give me conserves of beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear ; for I have no more doublets than backs , no more stock- ings than legs , nor no more shoes than feet ...
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... never speak of all that time ? 1 Serv . O , yes , my lord ; but very idle words : - For though you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you say , ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house ; And say , you ...
... never speak of all that time ? 1 Serv . O , yes , my lord ; but very idle words : - For though you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you say , ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house ; And say , you ...
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... never need to fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But , if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils ...
... never need to fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But , if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils ...
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... never brook'd parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one thing ' specially . Gre . What's that , I ...
... never brook'd parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one thing ' specially . Gre . What's that , I ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES COMEDY OF ERRORS daughter death deed Doct doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione hither honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signior sister Siward sleep speak stay STEEVENS sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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367 psl. - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
373 psl. - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : 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: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
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322 psl. - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
183 psl. - 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.
374 psl. - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
331 psl. - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
182 psl. - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
344 psl. - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
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