The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Volumen3Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... knock at my cham . ber window ; I'll order take , my mother shall not hear . Now will I charge you in the band of truth , When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed , Remain there but an hour , nor speak to me : My reasons are most ...
... knock at my cham . ber window ; I'll order take , my mother shall not hear . Now will I charge you in the band of truth , When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed , Remain there but an hour , nor speak to me : My reasons are most ...
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... knock . ( 2 ) Few words . ( 3 ) Be quiet . ( 4 ) Broke . ( 5 ) This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo , or the Spanish Tragedy . ( 6 ) An officer whose authority equals a constable ...
... knock . ( 2 ) Few words . ( 3 ) Be quiet . ( 4 ) Broke . ( 5 ) This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo , or the Spanish Tragedy . ( 6 ) An officer whose authority equals a constable ...
Página 120
... knock , I say . Gru . Knock , sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man has rebused your worship ? Pet . Villain , I say , knock me here soundly . Gru . Knock you here , sir ? why , sir , what am I , sir , that I should knock you ...
... knock , I say . Gru . Knock , sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man has rebused your worship ? Pet . Villain , I say , knock me here soundly . Gru . Knock you here , sir ? why , sir , what am I , sir , that I should knock you ...
Página 121
... knock'd at first , Then had not Grumio come by the worst . Pet . A senseless villain ! -Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Gru . Knock at the gate ? -O heavens ! Spake ...
... knock'd at first , Then had not Grumio come by the worst . Pet . A senseless villain ! -Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Gru . Knock at the gate ? -O heavens ! Spake ...
Página 153
... This is to feel a tale , not to hear a tale . Gru . And therefore ' tis called , a sensible tale and this cuff was but to knock at your ear , and be seech listening . Now I begin : Imprimis , we Scene I. 153 THE SHREW .
... This is to feel a tale , not to hear a tale . Gru . And therefore ' tis called , a sensible tale and this cuff was but to knock at your ear , and be seech listening . Now I begin : Imprimis , we Scene I. 153 THE SHREW .
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Página 397 - Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Página 387 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 385 - Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Página 247 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página 369 - 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 As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Página 245 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 372 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Página 370 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Página 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.