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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... young French Lords , that serve with Ber- tram in the Florentine war . Steward , Clown , A Page . servants to the Countess of Rousillon . Countess of Rousillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , a gentlewoman protected by the Countess . An ...
... young French Lords , that serve with Ber- tram in the Florentine war . Steward , Clown , A Page . servants to the Countess of Rousillon . Countess of Rousillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , a gentlewoman protected by the Countess . An ...
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... and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father ( 1 ) Under his particular care , as my guardian . ( O , that had ! how sad a passage ALL'S WELL ...
... and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father ( 1 ) Under his particular care , as my guardian . ( O , that had ! how sad a passage ALL'S WELL ...
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... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
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... young Charbon the puritan , and old Poysam the papist , howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion , their heads are both one , they may joll horns together , like any deer i ' the herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed ...
... young Charbon the puritan , and old Poysam the papist , howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion , their heads are both one , they may joll horns together , like any deer i ' the herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed ...
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... young : If we are nature's , these are ours ; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood is born ; It is the show and seal of nature's truth , Where love's strong passion is impress'd in ...
... young : If we are nature's , these are ours ; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood is born ; It is the show and seal of nature's truth , Where love's strong passion is impress'd in ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister Siward sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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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.