Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakespeare [by P. J. Collier] Shakespeare's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . 2 Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- Re ...
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . 2 Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- Re ...
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... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . ' Beseech you , sir , be merry : you have cause ( So have we all ) of joy ; for our escape Is ...
... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . ' Beseech you , sir , be merry : you have cause ( So have we all ) of joy ; for our escape Is ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . - Another Part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . - Another Part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch ...
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... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and their labor Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and their labor Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE III . — Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . 2 Gon . By'r lakin , I can go no further , sir ; My old bones ache ; here's a maze trod , indeed ...
... Exeunt . SCENE III . — Another Part of the Island . Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . 2 Gon . By'r lakin , I can go no further , sir ; My old bones ache ; here's a maze trod , indeed ...
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actor ARIEL Blackfriars Blackfriars theatre Bridgewater House Burbage Caius Caliban daughter dost doth dramatic Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen give hath hear heart heaven honor Host James Burbage Julia king knave lady Laun letter Lord Ellesmere madam Malone Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Pist play Poet pray Prospero Proteus Quick Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Proteus Slen speak Speed spirit Stratford Stratford upon Avon Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell theatre thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo unto Valentine wife William Shakspeare William Tuthill Windsor woman word
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Página 69 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ". PRO.
Página 373 - 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, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Página 357 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 51 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
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Página 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
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Página 385 - 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.
Página 278 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 68 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.