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... readers who are familiar with the plots of these plays can believe that either of them was so named . We , of course , here put the question of chronology out of view . Mr. Hunter , to support his opinion that The Tempest was written in ...
... readers who are familiar with the plots of these plays can believe that either of them was so named . We , of course , here put the question of chronology out of view . Mr. Hunter , to support his opinion that The Tempest was written in ...
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... reading of the old copies ; but Theobald , Hanmer , and others , have slack it . Count . What hope is there of his majesty's amendment ? Laf . He hath abandoned his physician , ma- dam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted time ...
... reading of the old copies ; but Theobald , Hanmer , and others , have slack it . Count . What hope is there of his majesty's amendment ? Laf . He hath abandoned his physician , ma- dam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted time ...
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... reading is e'en great friends . Surely no alteration is necessary ; the [ SCENE III . for the knaves come to do that for me . which I am a - weary of . He that ears my land spares my team , and gives me leave to in the crop : If I be ...
... reading is e'en great friends . Surely no alteration is necessary ; the [ SCENE III . for the knaves come to do that for me . which I am a - weary of . He that ears my land spares my team , and gives me leave to in the crop : If I be ...
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... reading that has been generally received to any new conjecture . It would cer- tainly be a less violent alteration to let the description of Fortune and Love terminate without the introduction of Diana ; and to suppose the Steward to be ...
... reading that has been generally received to any new conjecture . It would cer- tainly be a less violent alteration to let the description of Fortune and Love terminate without the introduction of Diana ; and to suppose the Steward to be ...
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... reading , And manifest experience , had collected For general sovereignty ; and that he will'd me In heedfullest reservation to bestow them , As notes , whose faculties inclusive were , More than they were in note : amongst the rest ...
... reading , And manifest experience , had collected For general sovereignty ; and that he will'd me In heedfullest reservation to bestow them , As notes , whose faculties inclusive were , More than they were in note : amongst the rest ...
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Adam Spencer Angelo Ariel Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother Caliban Camillo Claud Claudio Clown comedy Count daughter death Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father folio fool forest of Arden friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT Illyria Isab king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Measure for Measure mistress never night original Orlando passage Pedro play Pompey poor pray prince prithee Prospero Prov queen reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY speak spirit Steevens swear sweet Sycorax Tale of Gamelyn tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue Twelfth Night Winter's Tale word youth
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Seite 412 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
Seite 317 - 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 363 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature,— change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
Seite 405 - t ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite 205 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Seite 220 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Seite 435 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets* that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 435 - 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...
Seite 435 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book.
Seite 153 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.