The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
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... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you ! Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you ! Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
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... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My ...
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... Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother * Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of you . Isab ...
... Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother * Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of you . Isab ...
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... ISAB . ] You are wel- come : What's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet ...
... ISAB . ] You are wel- come : What's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet ...
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Ant.E Antipholus ARIEL Bawd better brother Caius Caliban Clau Claudio Clown COMEDY OF ERRORS didst dost doth Dro.E Dro.S Dromio Duke duke of Milan Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fault Ford friar gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab JOHNSON Julia Laun look Lucio madam maid Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never pardon Pist play Pompey pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quic SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal shew Silvia Sir HUGH sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed spirit STEEV STEEVENS strange sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine WARBURTON What's wife woman word
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Seite 2 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold : thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 46 - 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...
Seite 33 - 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...
Seite 17 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 43 - 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.
Seite 12 - Which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this, but for their ignorance, who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by, wherein he most faulted; and to justify mine own candour: for I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Seite 16 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 7 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire for some time, and shelter himself in London.
Seite 56 - 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.