The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 1 |
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... Young Hengo there , he trasht me , Nennius . " i . e . checked or stopped my flight . I rather think it will be found that the Editors have been very precipitate in changing trace to trash in Othello , Act ii . Scene I. See note on that ...
... Young Hengo there , he trasht me , Nennius . " i . e . checked or stopped my flight . I rather think it will be found that the Editors have been very precipitate in changing trace to trash in Othello , Act ii . Scene I. See note on that ...
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... Young sea - mells 13 from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I pr'ythee now , lead the way , without any more talking . - Trinculo , the king and all our company else being drowned , we will inherit here . -Here ; bear my bottle ...
... Young sea - mells 13 from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I pr'ythee now , lead the way , without any more talking . - Trinculo , the king and all our company else being drowned , we will inherit here . -Here ; bear my bottle ...
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... young dowle by Lanugo . And in a History of most Manual Arts , 1661 , wool and dowl are treated as synonymous . Tooke contends that this word and others of the same form are nothing more than the past participle of deal ; and Junius and ...
... young dowle by Lanugo . And in a History of most Manual Arts , 1661 , wool and dowl are treated as synonymous . Tooke contends that this word and others of the same form are nothing more than the past participle of deal ; and Junius and ...
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... Young Ferdinand ( whom they suppose is drown'd ) , And his and my loved darling . [ Exit PROSPERO from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ...
... Young Ferdinand ( whom they suppose is drown'd ) , And his and my loved darling . [ Exit PROSPERO from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ...
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... young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink . Presently ? Ari . Before you can say , Come , and go , And breathe twice ; and cry , sc , so ; Each one , tripping on ...
... young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink . Presently ? Ari . Before you can say , Come , and go , And breathe twice ; and cry , sc , so ; Each one , tripping on ...
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ARIEL Caius Caliban Cotgrave daughter devil doth Duke Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave lady Laun letter look lord madam maid Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Olivia Pist play pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia sing SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed Steevens sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine Windsor woman word
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Página 38 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Página 27 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Página 77 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Página 81 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Página 126 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Página 147 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Página 76 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Página 274 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 63 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 302 - 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.