Shakspeare on temperance: with brief annotations selected by F. Sherlock |
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... STEPHANO singing : a bottle in his hand . 66 Stephano . I shall no more to sea , to sea , Here shall I die ashore- This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : well , here's my comfort . " [ Drinks . [ Sings . ] " The master ...
... STEPHANO singing : a bottle in his hand . 66 Stephano . I shall no more to sea , to sea , Here shall I die ashore- This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : well , here's my comfort . " [ Drinks . [ Sings . ] " The master ...
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... Stephano's reason for offering the bottle to the deformed slave , Caliban . Caliban . " Do not torment me , prince ; I'll bring my wood home faster . " Stephano . " He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste ...
... Stephano's reason for offering the bottle to the deformed slave , Caliban . Caliban . " Do not torment me , prince ; I'll bring my wood home faster . " Stephano . " He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste ...
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... Stephano . " Four legs and two voices : a most delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to speak well of his ... Stephano's hint to Caliban that he should finish his draught . The wine soon does its work , and the slave is not long in ...
... Stephano . " Four legs and two voices : a most delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to speak well of his ... Stephano's hint to Caliban that he should finish his draught . The wine soon does its work , and the slave is not long in ...
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... Stephano , hast any more of this ? " Stephano . " The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side where my wine is hid . " And so Trinculo is led to exclaim : - - " By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... Stephano , hast any more of this ? " Stephano . " The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side where my wine is hid . " And so Trinculo is led to exclaim : - - " By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
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... Stephano . Drink , servant - monster , when I bid thee : thy eyes are almost set in thy head . " Trinculo . " Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . " 66 Stephano . My man ...
... Stephano . Drink , servant - monster , when I bid thee : thy eyes are almost set in thy head . " Trinculo . " Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . " 66 Stephano . My man ...
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AGNES GIBERNE alcohol alehouse Anon Antony Apemantus Author Bacchus Bardolph beer Ben Jonson Bible blood Boar's Head bottle bush Cæsar Caliban carouse Cassio CHARLES BULLOCK Charles Knight Christian Church cloth gilt Coriolanus Cowden Clarke cup of sack custom doth draught drinking vessels drunk drunkard drunken Duke Eastcheap England fair lady Falstaff feast fellow fool FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL froth give Halliwell hast hath HOME WORDS Office honour hostess Hymns Iago Illustrations Intemperance King Henry Lady Launce limbeck liquor London look lord Macbeth malmsey Master merry Metheglin monster never Paternoster Buildings phrase Pistol play pledge Poins poison'd Pompey Portrait Prince Queen revel rich cloth RICHARD WILTON ROBERT RAIKES says Scene Sebastian Second Thousand Shakspeare Shakspeare's sherris sing Sir John Sir Toby speak spirit Stephano swear sweet tavern tell Temperance thee There's thou art Timon Trinculo wassail wine
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Seite 27 - I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk ! and speak parrot ! and squabble, swagger, swear, and discourse fustian with one's own shadow ! O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Seite 193 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Seite 28 - O God! that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains; that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.
Seite 35 - The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.
Seite 195 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects
Seite 49 - Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art...
Seite 15 - But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Seite 181 - ... which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes ; which, delivered o'er to the voice (the tongue), which is the birth, become excellent wit.
Seite 49 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Seite 10 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.