The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... please ; But antiquated , and deferted lie , As they were not of nature's family . Yet muft I not give nature all : Thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , muft enjoy a part . For though the Poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the ...
... please ; But antiquated , and deferted lie , As they were not of nature's family . Yet muft I not give nature all : Thy art , My gentle Shakespeare , muft enjoy a part . For though the Poet's matter nature be , His art doth give the ...
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... Please you , farther . Pro . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Anthonio I pray thee , mark me ;-( that a brother should Be to perfidious ! ) he whom next thyfelf Of all the world I lov❜d , and to him put The manage of my ftate ; ( as ...
... Please you , farther . Pro . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Anthonio I pray thee , mark me ;-( that a brother should Be to perfidious ! ) he whom next thyfelf Of all the world I lov❜d , and to him put The manage of my ftate ; ( as ...
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... please you taste of what is here ? Alon . Not I. Gon . Faith , Sir , you need not fear . When we were boys , Who would believe , that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapt like bulls , whose throats had hanging at ' em Wallets of flesh ...
... please you taste of what is here ? Alon . Not I. Gon . Faith , Sir , you need not fear . When we were boys , Who would believe , that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapt like bulls , whose throats had hanging at ' em Wallets of flesh ...
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... please you , Ev3n in a dream , were we divided from them , And were brought moping hither . Ari . Was't well done ? Pro . Bravely , my diligence ; thou shalt be free . Alon . This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trod , ( 33 ) Where we ...
... please you , Ev3n in a dream , were we divided from them , And were brought moping hither . Ari . Was't well done ? Pro . Bravely , my diligence ; thou shalt be free . Alon . This is as ftrange a maze as e'er men trod , ( 33 ) Where we ...
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... What fay't thou , bully Bottom ? Bot . There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby , that will never please . First , Pyramus must draw draw a fword to kill himself , which the Ladies 104 A Midfummer - Night's Dream .
... What fay't thou , bully Bottom ? Bot . There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby , that will never please . First , Pyramus must draw draw a fword to kill himself , which the Ladies 104 A Midfummer - Night's Dream .
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Angelo becauſe brother Caius Caliban Claudio Clown defire Demetrius doft doth Duke Efcal elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid Fairies fame father fatire feems fenfe fent feven fhall fhew fhould fince firft fleep fome Ford foul fpeak fpirit Friar ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet gentleman give hath hear heart heav'n Hermia Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft honour houfe houſe Ifab iffue Laun lofe Lord Lucio Lyfander Madam mafter marry miftrefs Mira miſtreſs moft muft muſt myfelf Naples paffage pleaſe Poet Pompey pray prefent Profpero Protheus Prov Puck Pyramus Quic reafon Shakespeare Shal ſhall Silvia Sir John Falstaff Slen ſpeak Speed Sycorax tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thofe thou art Thurio Trin uſe Valentine whofe wife woman word worfe
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Seite 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Seite 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Seite 63 - And mine shall. 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 mov'd than thou art?
Seite 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Seite 35 - 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 64 - 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.