The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 19 dalis,4 tomas |
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... proposed I mean thee : but aim for aim at was sometimes used ; as in Drayton's Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy- ' I make my changes aim one certain end ? ' Ant . S. What claim lays she to thee ? SC . II . 163 OF ERRORS .
... proposed I mean thee : but aim for aim at was sometimes used ; as in Drayton's Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy- ' I make my changes aim one certain end ? ' Ant . S. What claim lays she to thee ? SC . II . 163 OF ERRORS .
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... duke's name to obey me . Ang . This touches me in reputation : Either consent to pay this sum for me , Or I attach you by this officer . Ant . E. Consent to pay thee that I never had ! Arrest me , foolish fellow , if thou darʼst . Ang ...
... duke's name to obey me . Ang . This touches me in reputation : Either consent to pay this sum for me , Or I attach you by this officer . Ant . E. Consent to pay thee that I never had ! Arrest me , foolish fellow , if thou darʼst . Ang ...
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... duke of this indignity . Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and prayers Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I ...
... duke of this indignity . Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and prayers Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I ...
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... duke , before he pass the abbey . Enter Duke attended ; ÆGEON bare - headed ; with the Headsman and other Officers . If Duke . Yet once again proclaim it publickly , any friend will pay the sum for him , He shall not die , so much we ...
... duke , before he pass the abbey . Enter Duke attended ; ÆGEON bare - headed ; with the Headsman and other Officers . If Duke . Yet once again proclaim it publickly , any friend will pay the sum for him , He shall not die , so much we ...
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... duke , with thy command , Let him be brought forth , and borne hence for help . Duke . Long since , thy husband serv'd me in my wars ; And I to thee engag'd a prince's word , When thou didst make him master of thy bed , To do him all ...
... duke , with thy command , Let him be brought forth , and borne hence for help . Duke . Long since , thy husband serv'd me in my wars ; And I to thee engag'd a prince's word , When thou didst make him master of thy bed , To do him all ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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243 psl. - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
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227 psl. - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
237 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
236 psl. - Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i
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