The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Band 1 |
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... lives by drunkards . This wide - chapped rascal ; -'Would , thou mightst lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st to gluts him . [ A confused ...
... lives by drunkards . This wide - chapped rascal ; -'Would , thou mightst lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ! Gon . He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it , And gape at wid'st to gluts him . [ A confused ...
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... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou may'st . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve years since , Miranda ...
... lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught , ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here , thou may'st . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve years since , Miranda ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush 5 and lusty the grass looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush 5 and lusty the grass looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
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... live ; I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
... live ; I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
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... live Gonzalo ! ' Save his majesty ! And , do you mark me , * sir ? - Gon . Alon . Pr'ythee , no more : thou dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are ...
... live Gonzalo ! ' Save his majesty ! And , do you mark me , * sir ? - Gon . Alon . Pr'ythee , no more : thou dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.