The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... seems not to have known , that by any real passion of tenderness , the selfish craft , the careless jollity , and the lazy luxury , of Falstaff , must have suffered so much abatement , that little of his former cast would have remained ...
... seems not to have known , that by any real passion of tenderness , the selfish craft , the careless jollity , and the lazy luxury , of Falstaff , must have suffered so much abatement , that little of his former cast would have remained ...
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... seem to scorch me up like a burning - glass ! Here's another letter to her : she bears the purse too ; she is a region in Guiana 23 , all gold and bounty . I will be cheater 29 to them both , and they shall be exchequers to me ; they ...
... seem to scorch me up like a burning - glass ! Here's another letter to her : she bears the purse too ; she is a region in Guiana 23 , all gold and bounty . I will be cheater 29 to them both , and they shall be exchequers to me ; they ...
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... seems to me well - favour'd . I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's cof- fer ; and there's my harvest - home . Ford . I would you knew Ford , sir ; that you might avoid him , if you saw him . Fal . Hang him , mechanical ...
... seems to me well - favour'd . I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's cof- fer ; and there's my harvest - home . Ford . I would you knew Ford , sir ; that you might avoid him , if you saw him . Fal . Hang him , mechanical ...
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... seem'd but tameness , civility , and patience , to this distemper he is in now : I am glad the fat knight is not here . Mrs. Ford . Why , does he talk of him ? Mrs. Page . Of none but him ; and swears , he was carried out , the last ...
... seem'd but tameness , civility , and patience , to this distemper he is in now : I am glad the fat knight is not here . Mrs. Ford . Why , does he talk of him ? Mrs. Page . Of none but him ; and swears , he was carried out , the last ...
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... seems the opinion both of Chief Justice Popham and my Lord Coke that these ecclesiastical Sirs were bona fide knights , but that idea is at present little credited . -a Star - chamber matter of it : ] Ben Jonson inti- mates , that the ...
... seems the opinion both of Chief Justice Popham and my Lord Coke that these ecclesiastical Sirs were bona fide knights , but that idea is at present little credited . -a Star - chamber matter of it : ] Ben Jonson inti- mates , that the ...
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Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault fellow Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
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Página 139 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 176 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Página 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 367 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Página 293 - 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? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.