The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night |
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Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell : a
kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , (
as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but ...
Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell : a
kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , (
as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but ...
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I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . Fair encounter Of two most rare
affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer .
Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I
desire to ...
I am a fool , To weep at what I am glad of . Pro . Fair encounter Of two most rare
affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer .
Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I
desire to ...
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Trin . Why , what did I ? I did. 3 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo ' s
motley dress : he was a licensed fool or jester . 4 Quick freshes are living springs
. 3 Shows , called Drolleries , were in Shakespeare ' SC . II . THE TEMPEST .
Trin . Why , what did I ? I did. 3 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo ' s
motley dress : he was a licensed fool or jester . 4 Quick freshes are living springs
. 3 Shows , called Drolleries , were in Shakespeare ' SC . II . THE TEMPEST .
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... But only Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As
great ' st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 5 i . e . throat or windpipe . 6 Sot
here means fool ; from the French . Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy 70 ACT III
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... But only Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As
great ' st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 5 i . e . throat or windpipe . 6 Sot
here means fool ; from the French . Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy 70 ACT III
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The dropsy drown this fool ! what do you mean , To dote thus on such luggage ?
Let ' t alone , 24 And do the murder first : if he awake , From toe to crown he ' ll fill
our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff . Ste . Be you quiet , monster .
The dropsy drown this fool ! what do you mean , To dote thus on such luggage ?
Let ' t alone , 24 And do the murder first : if he awake , From toe to crown he ' ll fill
our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff . Ste . Be you quiet , monster .
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Anne appears bear better bring Caius called comes daughter desire devil doth Duke edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear follow fool Ford gentlemen give grace hand hast hath hear heart heaven hold honour hope Host I'll keep kind king knight lady Laun leave letter live look lord madam Marry master means merry mind mistress nature never once original Page peace person play Poet pray present probably Proteus Quick reason SCENE seems sense servant Shakespeare Shal Silvia Sir John Sir Toby Slen soul speak Speed spirit stand strange sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought true Valentine wife woman
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Seite 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Seite xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Seite 72 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 93 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, 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...
Seite 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night Band 1 von The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Verlag | J. Munroe, 1851 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 6. Febr. 2008 |
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