The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sister - hood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sister - hood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
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... Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Laucio . For that , which , if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your story.8 Lucio . I would not - though ...
... Isab . Woe me ! For what ? Laucio . For that , which , if myself might be his judge , He should receive his punishment in thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your story.8 Lucio . I would not - though ...
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... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer 3 Has censur'd5 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me 3 Extent . 4 Power of gaining favour . 5 Sentenced ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer 3 Has censur'd5 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me 3 Extent . 4 Power of gaining favour . 5 Sentenced ...
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... Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we oft might win ... Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . 1 But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to ...
... Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we oft might win ... Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . 1 But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to ...
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... Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Well ; ' what's your suit ? Ang . Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not ...
... Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Well ; ' what's your suit ? Ang . Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not ...
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Seite 47 - 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...
Seite 225 - 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.
Seite 395 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 62 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Seite 395 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Seite 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Seite 396 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.