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, Band 4 |
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... hope this was only a slip of Mr. Capell's memory . FARMER . In spite of the great deference which is due from every com- mentator to Dr. Farmer's judgment , I own I cannot concur with him on the present occasion . I know not to whom I ...
... hope this was only a slip of Mr. Capell's memory . FARMER . In spite of the great deference which is due from every com- mentator to Dr. Farmer's judgment , I own I cannot concur with him on the present occasion . I know not to whom I ...
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... hope , this reason stands for my excuse . Sly . Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long . But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again ; I will therefore tarry , in despite of the flesh and the blood . Enter a Servant ...
... hope , this reason stands for my excuse . Sly . Ay , it stands so , that I may hardly tarry so long . But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again ; I will therefore tarry , in despite of the flesh and the blood . Enter a Servant ...
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... hope good days , and long , to see . Gre . O , sir , such a life , with such a wife , were strange : But , if you have a stomach , to't o'God's name ; You shall have me assisting you in all . But will you woo this wild cat ? Pet . Will ...
... hope good days , and long , to see . Gre . O , sir , such a life , with such a wife , were strange : But , if you have a stomach , to't o'God's name ; You shall have me assisting you in all . But will you woo this wild cat ? Pet . Will ...
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... hope to speed alone . Gre . What ! this gentleman will out - talk us all . Luc . Sir , give him head ; I know , he'll prove a jade . Pet . Hortensio , to what end are all these words ? Hor . Sir , let me be so bold as to ask you , Did ...
... hope to speed alone . Gre . What ! this gentleman will out - talk us all . Luc . Sir , give him head ; I know , he'll prove a jade . Pet . Hortensio , to what end are all these words ? Hor . Sir , let me be so bold as to ask you , Did ...
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... hope , And marry sweet Bianca with consent . Luc . Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly , " Twere good , methinks , to steal our marriage ; Which once perform'd , let all the world say - TAMING ...
... hope , And marry sweet Bianca with consent . Luc . Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly , " Twere good , methinks , to steal our marriage ; Which once perform'd , let all the world say - TAMING ...
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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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Seite 367 - 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.
Seite 373 - 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.
Seite 345 - 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.
Seite 322 - 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.
Seite 183 - 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.
Seite 374 - 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.
Seite 331 - 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.
Seite 182 - 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.
Seite 344 - 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...
Seite 344 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...