Publications, Ausgabe 30Shakespeare Society, and to be had of W. Skeffington, 1846 |
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... Crip . Now , you supporters of decrepit youth , That mount this substance ' twixt fair heav'n and earth , Be strong ... Crip . Methinks I hear the sound of ravishment . Phil . and Urs . Help ! help ! Crip THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE . 9.
... Crip . Now , you supporters of decrepit youth , That mount this substance ' twixt fair heav'n and earth , Be strong ... Crip . Methinks I hear the sound of ravishment . Phil . and Urs . Help ! help ! Crip THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE . 9.
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... Crip . Marry and will , knew I but where and how . What do I see ? Thieves full of lust beset virginity . Now stir thee , Cripple ; and of thy four legs Make use of one to do a virgin good . Hence , rav'ning curs ! what , are you at a ...
... Crip . Marry and will , knew I but where and how . What do I see ? Thieves full of lust beset virginity . Now stir thee , Cripple ; and of thy four legs Make use of one to do a virgin good . Hence , rav'ning curs ! what , are you at a ...
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... Crip . Mongrel ! I'll choose . Scar . Then go to , sir , you shall . All . Murder ! murder ! Enter FRANK GOULDING . Frank . Stay there , my horse ! Whence comes this echo of extremity ? All . Help ! help ! Frank . What do I hear ? a ...
... Crip . Mongrel ! I'll choose . Scar . Then go to , sir , you shall . All . Murder ! murder ! Enter FRANK GOULDING . Frank . Stay there , my horse ! Whence comes this echo of extremity ? All . Help ! help ! Frank . What do I hear ? a ...
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... Crip . Who became your bail ? Bow . You filthy dog ; I was encountered by a wench , I say . Crip . In a wench's Counter ! I thought no less : what , sirrah , did'st thou lie in the knight's ward , or on the master's side ? Bow . Neither ...
... Crip . Who became your bail ? Bow . You filthy dog ; I was encountered by a wench , I say . Crip . In a wench's Counter ! I thought no less : what , sirrah , did'st thou lie in the knight's ward , or on the master's side ? Bow . Neither ...
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... Crip . Finely put off , wench , i'faith . Moll . By your leave , master Drawer . Crip . Welcome , Mrs. Berry . I have been mindful of your work . Moll . Is it done ? Crip . Yes , and here it is . Moll . Here is your money . Cripple ...
... Crip . Finely put off , wench , i'faith . Moll . By your leave , master Drawer . Crip . Welcome , Mrs. Berry . I have been mindful of your work . Moll . Is it done ? Crip . Yes , and here it is . Moll . Here is your money . Cripple ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE Anth Anthony BARRON FIELD Bernard BOBBINGTON brother Clin Clown comedy conceit Crip Cripple Cuthbert Tunstal daughter dear dost thou doth Enter PHILLIS Exeunt Exit eyes Fair Maid falling bands Farewell father Ferd Ferdinand Fiddle Flow fortunes Frank gallant gentleman give Goulding hand hath heart Heav'n hence here's humour husband i'faith J. P. Collier John kind letter LORD FRANCIS EGERTON marry Master Berry Master Bowdler Master Flower mean Merch methinks mistress Moll Berry never night Old Har Old Hard Phil PHILIP pirates pity poor porter pound pray prithee Purs Rains SCENE sirrah soul speak SUSAN sweet tell thee thine THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou shalt Trusty John unto wench What's wife WILLIAM AYRTON William Rowley wilt win my love word Young FORREST your's
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Seite 91 - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 91 - Phoebus' lodging ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. — Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night ! That rude day's eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. — Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties : or if love be blind, It best agrees with night. — Come...
Seite 33 - Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so; See that your notes strain not too low: For still, methinks, I see her frown ' Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices' harmony, And sing, I am her lover; Strain loud and sweet, that every note With sweet content may move her. And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still, methinks, I see her frown Ye pretty wantons, warble.
Seite vi - Othello's mind in his colour, — whether he did not find something extremely revolting in the courtship and wedded caresses of Othello and Desdemona, and whether the actual sight of the thing did not overweigh all that beautiful compromise which we make in reading. And the reason it should do so is obvious, — because there is just so much reality presented to our senses as to give a perception of disagreement...
Seite 33 - Go, pretty birds, about her bower ; Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower ; Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tell her, through your chirping bills, As you by me are bidden, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so ; See that your notes strain not too low, 96 For still, methinks, I see her frown. Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices...
Seite vi - Othello played, whether he did not, on the contrary, sink Othello's mind in his colour ; whether he did not find something extremely revolting in the courtship and wedded caresses of Othello and Desdemona ; and whether the actual sight of the thing did not overweigh all that beautiful compromise which we make in reading...
Seite 102 - The Council of the Shakespeare Society desire it to be understood that they are not answerable for any opinions or observations that may appear in the Society's publications; the Editors of the several works being alone responsible for the same.
Seite 91 - Phesbus, drawn in his car with fiery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. In the like manner our poet speaks of the night in The Merchant of Venice: " For the close night doth play the run-away.
Seite 9 - For. Dost long to have me blind ? Then I'll behold them, since I know thy mind. Oh, me, is this my son that doth so senseless lie, And swims in blood ? my soul with his shall fly Unto the land of rest.
Seite 48 - Follow them to the tavern ; and there sit In the next room with a calves-head and brimstone, And overhear their talk, observe their humours : Collect their jests, put them into a play, And tire them too with payment, to behold What I have filch'd from them. This I could do : But oh, for shame that men should so arraign Their own fee-simple wits for verbal theft ? Yet men there be that have done this and that, And more by much more than the most of them.