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... Exeunt Snout and Quince . P. 363 , note ( a ) . " The critical remedy applied , afforded . " Dele applied . Subsequent consideration induces me to believe that the emendation of Mr. Collier's annotator , mentioned in the above note , is ...
... Exeunt Snout and Quince . P. 363 , note ( a ) . " The critical remedy applied , afforded . " Dele applied . Subsequent consideration induces me to believe that the emendation of Mr. Collier's annotator , mentioned in the above note , is ...
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... Exeunt . A Room in Antonio's House . Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . C ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT . Why , what ...
... Exeunt . A Room in Antonio's House . Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . C ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT . Why , what ...
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... [ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . PRO . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd : a Like exhibition- ] Pension , allowance . bO , how this spring of love resembleth- ] Resembleth , Mr ...
... [ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . PRO . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd : a Like exhibition- ] Pension , allowance . bO , how this spring of love resembleth- ] Resembleth , Mr ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the ...
... Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault I have received my proportion , like the ...
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... Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . VAL . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? PRO . Your friends are well , and have them much commended . VAL . And how do yours ? PRO . I left them all in health . VAL . How does your ...
... Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . VAL . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? PRO . Your friends are well , and have them much commended . VAL . And how do yours ? PRO . I left them all in health . VAL . How does your ...
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Seite 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Seite 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Seite 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.