“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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... never do him wrong , But he does buy my injuries , to be friends ; Pays dear for my offences . -Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a ...
... never do him wrong , But he does buy my injuries , to be friends ; Pays dear for my offences . -Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a ...
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... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home : he furnaces The thick sighs from him ; whiles the jolly Briton ( Your lord , I mean , ) laughs ...
... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home : he furnaces The thick sighs from him ; whiles the jolly Briton ( Your lord , I mean , ) laughs ...
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... never give o'er . First , a very excellent good - conceited thing ; after , a wonderful sweet air , with ad- mirable rich words to it , and then let her consider . - SONG . Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ...
... never give o'er . First , a very excellent good - conceited thing ; after , a wonderful sweet air , with ad- mirable rich words to it , and then let her consider . - SONG . Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ...
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... never amend , [ Exeunt Musicians . Enter CYMBELINE and Queen . 1 2. Lord . Here comes the King , Clo . I am glad , I was up so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done ...
... never amend , [ Exeunt Musicians . Enter CYMBELINE and Queen . 1 2. Lord . Here comes the King , Clo . I am glad , I was up so late ; for that's the reason I was up so early : He cannot choose but take this service I have done ...
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... never can ineet more mischance , than come To be but nar'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . sanio ? Enter ...
... never can ineet more mischance , than come To be but nar'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . sanio ? Enter ...
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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.