The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt ' and firstlings of those broils , ' Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now good , or ...
... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt ' and firstlings of those broils , ' Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now good , or ...
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... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , — So , traitor ! -when she comes ! -When is she thence ? Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer that ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart ...
... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , — So , traitor ! -when she comes ! -When is she thence ? Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer that ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart ...
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... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , ner cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into more ...
... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , ner cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into more ...
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... fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , and she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not ...
... fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , and she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not ...
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... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he ' s ...
... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he ' s ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian greefe Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poem poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech Steevens stryfe sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Seite 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 267 - This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Seite 243 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Seite 294 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Seite 384 - A glooming peace this morning with it brings : The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head...
Seite 323 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Seite 226 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the...
Seite 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Seite 308 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.