Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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Seite vi
... hold you : for his wit can no more lie hid , then it could be lost . Reade him , therefore ; and againe , and againe : And if then you doe not like him , surely you are in some manifest danger , not to understand him . And so we leave ...
... hold you : for his wit can no more lie hid , then it could be lost . Reade him , therefore ; and againe , and againe : And if then you doe not like him , surely you are in some manifest danger , not to understand him . And so we leave ...
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... hold , a hold , set her two courses off to Sea againe , lay her off . Enter Mariners wet . Mari . All lost , to prayers , to prayers , all lost . Botes . What must our mouths be cold ? Gonz . The King , and Prince , at prayers , let's ...
... hold , a hold , set her two courses off to Sea againe , lay her off . Enter Mariners wet . Mari . All lost , to prayers , to prayers , all lost . Botes . What must our mouths be cold ? Gonz . The King , and Prince , at prayers , let's ...
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... hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and glosses , being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water . Ant . If but one of his pockets could speake , would it not say he lyes ? Seb . I , or very falsely pocket up his report . Gon ...
... hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and glosses , being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water . Ant . If but one of his pockets could speake , would it not say he lyes ? Seb . I , or very falsely pocket up his report . Gon ...
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... hold it no longer ; this is no fish , but an Islander , that hath lately suffered by a Thunder- bolt : Alas , the storme is come againe : my best way is to creepe under his Gaberdine : there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery ...
... hold it no longer ; this is no fish , but an Islander , that hath lately suffered by a Thunder- bolt : Alas , the storme is come againe : my best way is to creepe under his Gaberdine : there is no other shelter hereabout : Misery ...
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... hold his eyes , lockt in her Christall lookes . Sil . Be - like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawne for fealty . Val . Nay sure , I thinke she holds them prisoners stil . Sil . Nay then he should be blind , and ...
... hold his eyes , lockt in her Christall lookes . Sil . Be - like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawne for fealty . Val . Nay sure , I thinke she holds them prisoners stil . Sil . Nay then he should be blind , and ...
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Anti Ariell Beat Beatrice beleeve Benedicke better brother Caliban Clau Claudio daughter death divell do's do'st doth Dromio Duke Enter Evan Exeunt Exit Falstaffe father foole Ford Frier Gentleman give grace hath heare heart heaven hee's heere Henry Condell Herne the Hunter Hero honor Host howre husband indeede Isab Julia knave Lady Leon Leonato looke Madam maid Marry Master Broome Master Constable Mist Mistris morrow Naples never night pardon Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince Protheus Provost Scana Scena Shal shee shew Signior Silvia Sir John Sir John Falstaffe Siracusa Slen Slender sonne speake sweet Sycorax tell thanke thee there's thine thing thinke thou art thou hast Thurio thy selfe Trinculo Valentine vertue villaine warrant what's wife woman word
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Seite 235 - O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue.
Seite 13 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Seite 29 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 55 - With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Seite 232 - 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?
Seite 247 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Seite 396 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Seite 41 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite vi - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, Such as thine are, and strike the second heat Upon the muses...