The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 5Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... stand for ' t a little , though therefore I die a virgin . Par . There's little can be said in ' t ; ' tis against the rule of Nature . To speak on the part of virgin- ity is to accuse your mothers ; which is most infal- lible ...
... stand for ' t a little , though therefore I die a virgin . Par . There's little can be said in ' t ; ' tis against the rule of Nature . To speak on the part of virgin- ity is to accuse your mothers ; which is most infal- lible ...
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... stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are sick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLEs . 1 Lord . It is the Count Rousillon , my good lord ...
... stand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are sick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLEs . 1 Lord . It is the Count Rousillon , my good lord ...
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... am commanded here , and kept a coil with , " Too young , " and " the next year , " and " ' tis too early . " Par . An thy mind stand to ' t , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . I shall stay here the forehorse to a 32 ACT II . ALL'S WELL.
... am commanded here , and kept a coil with , " Too young , " and " the next year , " and " ' tis too early . " Par . An thy mind stand to ' t , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . I shall stay here the forehorse to a 32 ACT II . ALL'S WELL.
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... stand up . Laf . Then here's a man stands that has brought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my lord , to ask me mercy , And that , at my bidding , you could so stand up . King . I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate , And ask'd ...
... stand up . Laf . Then here's a man stands that has brought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my lord , to ask me mercy , And that , at my bidding , you could so stand up . King . I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate , And ask'd ...
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... , more dear ; I have so : And , hearing your high Majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , SC . I. 35 THAT ENDS WELL .
... , more dear ; I have so : And , hearing your high Majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , SC . I. 35 THAT ENDS WELL .
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Antigonus Autolycus BERTRAM beseech better Bohemia Camillo Clown Collier's folio corruption Count daughter dear dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit father Fool Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermione honest honour Illyria King knave lady Lafeu Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Love's Labour's Won Madam maid Malvolio marry means Measure for Measure misprint mistress morris dance Narbon never night noble Note Olivia original Pandosto Parolles passage Paul Paulina play Polixenes pr'ythee pray Queen Rousillon SCENE sense Shakespeare's Shakespeare's day Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH song speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Twelfth Night wife Winter's Tale word youth
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Seite 155 - 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.
Seite 41 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Seite 179 - 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.
Seite 82 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 330 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year, For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge, For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Seite 324 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 186 - 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.
Seite 338 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Seite 20 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Seite 337 - 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.