The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Band 1 |
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... honour or private fortune was ever acquired by its members . ** About 1551 , John Shakespeare , the father of William , settled in some kind of occupation at Stratford - upon - Avon . There is clear proof that he lived in Henley Street ...
... honour or private fortune was ever acquired by its members . ** About 1551 , John Shakespeare , the father of William , settled in some kind of occupation at Stratford - upon - Avon . There is clear proof that he lived in Henley Street ...
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... honour ) inhabitantes of the precinct and libertie of the Black friers , have , as yor petitioners are enfourmed , besought yor honorable Lps not to permitt the saide private house anie longer to remaine open , but hereafter to be shutt ...
... honour ) inhabitantes of the precinct and libertie of the Black friers , have , as yor petitioners are enfourmed , besought yor honorable Lps not to permitt the saide private house anie longer to remaine open , but hereafter to be shutt ...
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... honoured Patron , was buried 5th of March 1673. " 108 See page xxix . 109 " I remember , the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare , that in his writing ( what- soever he penned ) , he never blotted out a line . My ...
... honoured Patron , was buried 5th of March 1673. " 108 See page xxix . 109 " I remember , the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare , that in his writing ( what- soever he penned ) , he never blotted out a line . My ...
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... Honour has knowne to deserue , for then should I , like my maister Spencer , whose memorie your Honor cherisheth , leave behinde me some worthie worke , to be treasured by posteritie ; What my pore muse could performe in haste is here ...
... Honour has knowne to deserue , for then should I , like my maister Spencer , whose memorie your Honor cherisheth , leave behinde me some worthie worke , to be treasured by posteritie ; What my pore muse could performe in haste is here ...
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... honour thee , I would not seeke For names ; but call forth thund'ring schilus , Euripides , and Sophocles to us , Until doomsday ; for hardly will a fifth , Betwixt this day and that , by fate be slain , For whom your curtains may be ...
... honour thee , I would not seeke For names ; but call forth thund'ring schilus , Euripides , and Sophocles to us , Until doomsday ; for hardly will a fifth , Betwixt this day and that , by fate be slain , For whom your curtains may be ...
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arms art thou Bardolph Ben Jonson BIRON blood BOLING BOYET called Collier's cousin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio omits fool FORD gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed honour humour John Shakespeare Juliet Kate KATH king lady LAUN letter look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam marry master means merry mistress never night noble NURSE old copies passage peace play POINS pray prince Proteus quarto Richard Richard II Romeo SCENE servant Shakespeare SHAL sir John soul speak stand Steevens Stratford sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thomas Nashe thou art thou hast tongue true Tybalt unto villain wife William Shakespeare wilt word
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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.