The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 5Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do can do no hurt to try ...
... Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do can do no hurt to try ...
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... Art thou so confident ? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring , Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist ...
... Art thou so confident ? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring , Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist ...
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... art thou good for nothing but taking up ; and that thou ' rt scarce worth . Par . Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee , Laf . Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , lest thou hasten thy trial ; — which if— Lord have ...
... art thou good for nothing but taking up ; and that thou ' rt scarce worth . Par . Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee , Laf . Do not plunge thyself too far in anger , lest thou hasten thy trial ; — which if— Lord have ...
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... thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger I'd beat thee : methinks thou art ...
... thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger I'd beat thee : methinks thou art ...
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... thou ' rt a knave ; that's , before me thou ' rt a knave ; this had been truth , sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool ; I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , sir , or were you taught to find me ? The search , sir ...
... thou ' rt a knave ; that's , before me thou ' rt a knave ; this had been truth , sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool ; I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , sir , or were you taught to find me ? The search , sir ...
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Antigonus Autolycus BERTRAM beseech better Bohemia Camillo Clown Collier's folio corruption Count daughter dear dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit father Fool Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermione honest honour Illyria King knave lady Lafeu Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Love's Labour's Won Madam maid Malvolio marry means Measure for Measure misprint mistress morris dance Narbon never night noble Note Olivia original Pandosto Parolles passage Paul Paulina play Polixenes pr'ythee pray Queen Rousillon SCENE sense Shakespeare's Shakespeare's day Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH song speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Twelfth Night wife Winter's Tale word youth
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Seite 155 - 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.
Seite 41 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Seite 179 - 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.
Seite 82 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 330 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year, For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge, For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Seite 324 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 186 - 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.
Seite 338 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Seite 20 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Seite 337 - 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.