“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Band 16Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1810 |
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... mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys but That lock up your restraint . For you , Posthumus , So soon as I can win the offended King , I will be known your advocate : marry , yet ...
... mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys but That lock up your restraint . For you , Posthumus , So soon as I can win the offended King , I will be known your advocate : marry , yet ...
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... mother's take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How how ! another ? You gentle Cods ; give ine but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remaio ...
... mother's take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How how ! another ? You gentle Cods ; give ine but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! - Remaio ...
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... mother : every jack - slave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that no body cau match . 2. Lord . You are cock and capon too ; and you crow , cock , with your comb on . Clo . Sayest thou ? [ Aside ...
... mother : every jack - slave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that no body cau match . 2. Lord . You are cock and capon too ; and you crow , cock , with your comb on . Clo . Sayest thou ? [ Aside ...
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... mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor Princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ...
... mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor Princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ...
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... mother , Cym . Attend you here the door of our stern daughter ? Will she not forth ? Clo . I have assail'd her with musick , but she vouchsafes no notice . Cym , The exile of her minion is too new ; She hath not yet forgot him some more ...
... mother , Cym . Attend you here the door of our stern daughter ? Will she not forth ? Clo . I have assail'd her with musick , but she vouchsafes no notice . Cym , The exile of her minion is too new ; She hath not yet forgot him some more ...
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Aaron ARVIRAGUS Bassianus Belarius blood Britain Briton brother call'd CHIRON Cloten court Cymbeline dead death deed Demetrius dost doth Emperor Empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear give Gods Goths grief GUIDERIUS hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen JOHNSON Jupiter kill'd King lady Lavinia leigers Leonatus live Lord Lucius Madam MALONE Marcus MASON means mistress mother noble o'the old copy on't passage Pisanio play Polydore poor Post Posthumus pray Prince Queen revenge Roman Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt Sir Thomas Hanmer sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tereus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Andronicus tongue Tribunes Troilus and Cressida true villain WARBURTON wilt word
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Seite 130 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Seite 295 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Seite 89 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 87 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 130 - Or midst the chace on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life could charm no more; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.