The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Band 4 |
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... play begin , it shall not be amisse ( for him that will read ) first to beholde this short Comedy of Errors , and where the greatest enter , to give them instead of a hisse , a gentle correction . " STEEvens . I suspect this and all ...
... play begin , it shall not be amisse ( for him that will read ) first to beholde this short Comedy of Errors , and where the greatest enter , to give them instead of a hisse , a gentle correction . " STEEvens . I suspect this and all ...
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... play the same word is used with a somewhat different signification . 4 My decayed fair- ] Fair for fairness . · poor I am but his stale . ] i . e . his pretence . + " and no man , " - MALONE . ♪ I see , the jewel , best enamelled ...
... play the same word is used with a somewhat different signification . 4 My decayed fair- ] Fair for fairness . · poor I am but his stale . ] i . e . his pretence . + " and no man , " - MALONE . ♪ I see , the jewel , best enamelled ...
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... play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain'd , thou undishonoured . Ant . S. Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not ...
... play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being strumpeted by thy contagion . Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain'd , thou undishonoured . Ant . S. Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not ...
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... play the porter well . - Ant . S. Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad , or well advis❜d ? Known unto these , and to myself disguis'd ! I'll say as they say , and perséver so , And in this mist at all ...
... play the porter well . - Ant . S. Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad , or well advis❜d ? Known unto these , and to myself disguis'd ! I'll say as they say , and perséver so , And in this mist at all ...
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... play upon words in- tended here . Mated signifies not only confounded , but matched with a wife : and Antipholus , who had been challenged as a husband by Adriana , which he cannot account for , uses the word mated in both these senses ...
... play upon words in- tended here . Mated signifies not only confounded , but matched with a wife : and Antipholus , who had been challenged as a husband by Adriana , which he cannot account for , uses the word mated in both these senses ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Seite 232 - Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 87 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Seite 92 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withaL Enter an Attendant.
Seite 483 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Seite 105 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight .' or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Seite 329 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Seite 132 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 93 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Seite 472 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 329 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?