“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 2Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1804 |
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... in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is not drown'd : - What think you , sailors ? sav'd . Cap . It is perchance , that you yourself were Vio . O my poor brother ! and so , WHAT YOU WILL . Enter VALENTINE. ...
... in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is not drown'd : - What think you , sailors ? sav'd . Cap . It is perchance , that you yourself were Vio . O my poor brother ! and so , WHAT YOU WILL . Enter VALENTINE. ...
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... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , Madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number sav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , Madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number sav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
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... Poor lady , she were better love a dream . Disguise , I sec , thou art a wickedness Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the ...
... Poor lady , she were better love a dream . Disguise , I sec , thou art a wickedness Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper - false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the ...
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... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? As I am , man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? As I am , man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
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... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , Sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , Sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
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ABHORSON ancient appears Barnardine bawd believe Ben Jonson better brother called Cesario Claud Claudio Clown credent death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit faults fool friar Froth gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven honour Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON Juliet King lady last enchantment Lord Angelo Lucio Madam maid MALONE Malvolio MARIA Marry MASON master means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy mistress night offence old copy Olivia pardon passage play Pompey pray prison Prov Provost racter RITSON SCENE seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir Andrew Sir Thomas Hanmer Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Sir Topas soul speak speech STEEVENS suppose sweet tell thee Theobald there's thief thing thou art thou hast tion tongue true TYRWHITT Viola WARBURTON What's woman word youth
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Page 114 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 31 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Page 114 - 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.
Page 115 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 131 - 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 ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 2 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 19 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Page 89 - 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.
Page 34 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 127 - Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.