The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ausgabe 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Escal . My lord . Duke . Of government the properties to unfold , Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse ; Since I am put to know1 , that your own science , Exceeds , in that , the lists of all advice My strength can give you ...
... Escal . My lord . Duke . Of government the properties to unfold , Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse ; Since I am put to know1 , that your own science , Exceeds , in that , the lists of all advice My strength can give you ...
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... Escal . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter ANGELO . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo ...
... Escal . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter ANGELO . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo ...
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... Escal . Lead forth , and bring you back in happiness ! Duke . I thank you : Fare you well . [ Exit . Escal . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my ...
... Escal . Lead forth , and bring you back in happiness ! Duke . I thank you : Fare you well . [ Exit . Escal . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my ...
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... Escal . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom I would save , had a most noble father . Let but your honour know , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in ...
... Escal . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentleman , Whom I would save , had a most noble father . Let but your honour know , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in ...
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... Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Where is the provost ? See that Claudio Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the ...
... Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Where is the provost ? See that Claudio Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the ...
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Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
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Seite 139 - 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 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 176 - 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 ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Seite 168 - 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 369 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Seite 293 - 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 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Seite 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 175 - 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 264 - 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.