The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand faft , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our cafe is ...
... hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand faft , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our cafe is ...
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... hath mine enemies Brought to this fhore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious ftar ; whofe influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here ceafe more queftions ...
... hath mine enemies Brought to this fhore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious ftar ; whofe influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here ceafe more queftions ...
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... hath new phrase and diction unknown to all others . WARBURTON . -and Whence these critics derived the notion of a new language appro- priated to Caliban , I cannot find : they certainly mistook brutality of fentiment for uncouthness of ...
... hath new phrase and diction unknown to all others . WARBURTON . -and Whence these critics derived the notion of a new language appro- priated to Caliban , I cannot find : they certainly mistook brutality of fentiment for uncouthness of ...
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... hath fuch fenfes As we have , fuch : This gallant , which thou feeft , Was in the wreck ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly perfon : he hath loft his fellows , And ...
... hath fuch fenfes As we have , fuch : This gallant , which thou feeft , Was in the wreck ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly perfon : he hath loft his fellows , And ...
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... hath been fufpected of tranflating fome expreffions of Virgil ; witnefs the O Dea certe . I prefume we are here directed to the paffage , where Ferdinand fays of Miranda , after hearing the fongs of Ariel : Moft fure , the goddess On ...
... hath been fufpected of tranflating fome expreffions of Virgil ; witnefs the O Dea certe . I prefume we are here directed to the paffage , where Ferdinand fays of Miranda , after hearing the fongs of Ariel : Moft fure , the goddess On ...
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Afide againſt alfo anfwer Antony and Cleopatra Ariel becauſe beſt CAIUS Caliban defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid Falſtaff fame fays fecond feems fenfe fent fervant fhall fhould fignifies fince firft firſt fleep folio fome fometimes FORD fpeaking fpeech fpirit ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuppofe fure fweet gentleman Gentlemen of Verona hath Henry IV himſelf hoft houſe humour huſband inftance JOHNSON Julia king lady LAUN lord mafter MALONE means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferves old copy paffage phrafe play pleaſe prefent Prince of Tyre Profpero Proteus purpoſe quarto reaſon ſay Shakspeare SHAL ſhall ſhe Silvia SLEN Slender ſpeak SPEED STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou Thurio tranflation ufed uſed Valentine WARBURTON whofe wife woman word
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Seite 80 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Seite 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Seite 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Seite 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Seite 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Seite 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Seite 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.