The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ausgabe 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... ! Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Pist . How now , Mephostophilus 10 ? Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca ; slice ! that's my humour . 1 Slen . Where's Simple , my man ? -can you OF WINDSOR . 11.
... ! Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Pist . How now , Mephostophilus 10 ? Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca ; slice ! that's my humour . 1 Slen . Where's Simple , my man ? -can you OF WINDSOR . 11.
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... Pist . He hears with ears . Eva . The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this , He hears with ear ? Why , it is affectations . Fal . Pistol , did you pick master Slender's purse ? Slen . Ay , by these gloves , did he , ( or I would I ...
... Pist . He hears with ears . Eva . The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this , He hears with ear ? Why , it is affectations . Fal . Pistol , did you pick master Slender's purse ? Slen . Ay , by these gloves , did he , ( or I would I ...
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... Pist . O base Gongarian 25 wight ! wilt thou the spigot wield ? Nym . He was gotten in drink : Is not the humour conceited ? His mind is not heroick , and there's the humour of it . Fal . I am glad , I am so quit of this tinderbox ; his ...
... Pist . O base Gongarian 25 wight ! wilt thou the spigot wield ? Nym . He was gotten in drink : Is not the humour conceited ? His mind is not heroick , and there's the humour of it . Fal . I am glad , I am so quit of this tinderbox ; his ...
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... Pist . Why then , let kibes ensue . Fal . There is no remedy ; I must coney - catch ; I must shift . Pist . Young ravens must have food . Fal . Which of you know Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal ...
... Pist . Why then , let kibes ensue . Fal . There is no remedy ; I must coney - catch ; I must shift . Pist . Young ravens must have food . Fal . Which of you know Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal ...
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... Pist . Then did the sun on dung - hill shine . Nym . I thank thee for that humour . Fal . O , she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention , that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning ...
... Pist . Then did the sun on dung - hill shine . Nym . I thank thee for that humour . Fal . O , she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention , that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning ...
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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.