The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... these two plays ; which fhines fantaftically indeed in The Goblins , but much more nobly and ferenely in The Mask at Ludlow Caftle . WARBURTON . No one has hitherto been lucky enough to difcover the ro- mance on which Shakspeare may be ...
... these two plays ; which fhines fantaftically indeed in The Goblins , but much more nobly and ferenely in The Mask at Ludlow Caftle . WARBURTON . No one has hitherto been lucky enough to difcover the ro- mance on which Shakspeare may be ...
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... these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : fi- lence : trouble us not . Blow , till thou burst thy wind , & c . ] Perhaps it might be read Blow till thou burft , wind , if room enough . JOHNSON . Perhaps rather- blow till thou ...
... these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : fi- lence : trouble us not . Blow , till thou burst thy wind , & c . ] Perhaps it might be read Blow till thou burft , wind , if room enough . JOHNSON . Perhaps rather- blow till thou ...
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... these words are the beginning of Profpero's next fpeech ; but , for the restoration of metre , I have changed their place . STEEVENS . 5 I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicate- ] The old copy has- " dedicated ; " but we fhould ...
... these words are the beginning of Profpero's next fpeech ; but , for the restoration of metre , I have changed their place . STEEVENS . 5 I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicate- ] The old copy has- " dedicated ; " but we fhould ...
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... these words belong to Miranda , and we should read : Mir . Would I might But ever fee that man ! -Now I arife . Pro . Sit ftill , and hear the last of our fea - forrow : Profpero , in p . 13. had directed his daughter to fit down , and ...
... these words belong to Miranda , and we should read : Mir . Would I might But ever fee that man ! -Now I arife . Pro . Sit ftill , and hear the last of our fea - forrow : Profpero , in p . 13. had directed his daughter to fit down , and ...
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... these iflands , p . 172 , fays , " that the Bermudas were fo fearful to the world , that many called them The Ifle of Devils . - P . 174. - to all feamen no lefs terrible than an inchanted den of furies . " And no wonder , for the clime ...
... these iflands , p . 172 , fays , " that the Bermudas were fo fearful to the world , that many called them The Ifle of Devils . - P . 174. - to all feamen no lefs terrible than an inchanted den of furies . " And no wonder , for the clime ...
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againſt alfo anſwer Antony and Cleopatra Ariel becauſe beſt CAIUS Caliban called defire doth DUKE Exeunt Exit expreffion faid fairies Falſtaff fame fays fecond feems fenfe fent feven fhall fhould fignifies fince firft firſt fleep folio fome fometimes FORD fpeaking fpeech fpirit ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuppofed fure fweet Gentlemen of Verona hath Henry IV himſelf hoft houſe humour huſband inftance JOHNSON king knight laft LAUN lord mafter MALONE means miftrefs MIRA miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf obferves old copy Othello paffage phrafe play pleaſe pray prefent Prince of Tyre Profpero Proteus quarto quoth reafon ſay Shakspeare SHAL ſhall ſhe Silvia SLEN Slender ſpeak SPEED STEEVENS Sycorax thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou Thurio tranflation ufed uſed Valentine WARBURTON whofe wife Windfor word
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Seite 144 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Seite 53 - 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 392 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Seite 70 - 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 33 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Seite 133 - 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; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Seite 31 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Seite 392 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning : If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Seite 29 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in'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' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 2 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.