The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Band 2 |
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... brother of your order , Visit both prince and people : therefore , I pr'ythee , Supply me with the habit , and instruct me How I may formally in person bear Like a true friar . More reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I ...
... brother of your order , Visit both prince and people : therefore , I pr'ythee , Supply me with the habit , and instruct me How I may formally in person bear Like a true friar . More reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I ...
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... brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's ...
... brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's ...
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... brother and his lover have embrac'd : As those that feed grow full ; as blossoming time , That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison , even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry . Isab . Some ...
... brother and his lover have embrac'd : As those that feed grow full ; as blossoming time , That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison , even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry . Isab . Some ...
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... brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Has censur'd him Lucio . Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have ...
... brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Has censur'd him Lucio . Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have ...
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... brother is condemn'd to die : I do beseech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . [ Aside . ] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be ...
... brother is condemn'd to die : I do beseech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . [ Aside . ] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be ...
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Seite 553 - The moon shines bright : — in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, — in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Seite 556 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 8 - 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.
Seite 475 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Seite 453 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold — That is the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Seite 450 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was.
Seite 216 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 486 - Bass. If it please you to dine with us. Shy. Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite, conjured the devil into : I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 52 - And shamed life a hateful. Claud. 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 region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison...