The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... stands the Shakespeare Inn , a pleasing example of the old half - timbered house that must formerly have been common in Shottery , and of which a few lingering traces still remain , in spite of innovation . Proceeding down the lane , as ...
... stands the Shakespeare Inn , a pleasing example of the old half - timbered house that must formerly have been common in Shottery , and of which a few lingering traces still remain , in spite of innovation . Proceeding down the lane , as ...
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... stand shivering night after night holding a horse , or , as the Doctor would have us believe , half - a - dozen horses , for the sake of a few pence haughtily bestowed by town gallants who had been sitting at their ease witnessing some ...
... stand shivering night after night holding a horse , or , as the Doctor would have us believe , half - a - dozen horses , for the sake of a few pence haughtily bestowed by town gallants who had been sitting at their ease witnessing some ...
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... stands second , having no doubt acquired additional property and position in the in- terval . Laurence Fletcher , who is mentioned before Shakespeare , and had succeeded James Burbage in the management , had performed before King James ...
... stands second , having no doubt acquired additional property and position in the in- terval . Laurence Fletcher , who is mentioned before Shakespeare , and had succeeded James Burbage in the management , had performed before King James ...
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... standing lakes , and groves , And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune ! " A graver superstition , if so it must be called , which takes the form of a belief in ghosts and apparitions , and the ...
... standing lakes , and groves , And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune ! " A graver superstition , if so it must be called , which takes the form of a belief in ghosts and apparitions , and the ...
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... stands before him : - " Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition . It comes upon me . - Art thou anything ? Art thou some god , some angel , or some devil , That mak'st my blood ...
... stands before him : - " Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition . It comes upon me . - Art thou anything ? Art thou some god , some angel , or some devil , That mak'st my blood ...
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ARIEL bawd Ben Jonson brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter death devil doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hang hath hear heart heaven hither honour Host husband Illyria Isab Julius Cæsar king knave lady Laun letter look Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry Master Brook master doctor Mira Mistress Ford never night pardon Pist play Pompey pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Proteus Prov PROVOST Quick Re-enter Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shakespeare Shal Silvia Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen soul speak Speed Stratford sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine What's wife WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE woman word youth
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Seite 204 - 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.
Seite 285 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Seite 183 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 275 - In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling! — 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 275 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Seite 50 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required 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 xxxviii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Seite xc - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 50 - By moonshine 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...
Seite 24 - 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.