The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... fear , too early : for my mind misgives , 7- when maids , & c . ] So , in Drayton's Nymphidia : “ And Mab , his merry queen , by night " Bestrides young folks that lie upright , 66 ( In elder times the mare that hight ) " Which plagues ...
... fear , too early : for my mind misgives , 7- when maids , & c . ] So , in Drayton's Nymphidia : “ And Mab , his merry queen , by night " Bestrides young folks that lie upright , 66 ( In elder times the mare that hight ) " Which plagues ...
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... fear ; the more is my unrest . ( ) 1 CAP . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards 2.- Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; I thank you , honest gentlemen3 ; good night : - More ...
... fear ; the more is my unrest . ( ) 1 CAP . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards 2.- Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; I thank you , honest gentlemen3 ; good night : - More ...
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... fears . " So , in Any Thing for a Quiet Life , 1618 : " Enter Lady Crossingham , in a civil habit ; Saunders and Children very gal- lant . " MALONE . 1 - UNMANN'D blood- ] Blood yet unacquainted with man . JOHNSON . " Hood my unmann'd ...
... fears . " So , in Any Thing for a Quiet Life , 1618 : " Enter Lady Crossingham , in a civil habit ; Saunders and Children very gal- lant . " MALONE . 1 - UNMANN'D blood- ] Blood yet unacquainted with man . JOHNSON . " Hood my unmann'd ...
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... fear doth teach it divination ; " I prophecy thy death . " The reading of the text is that of the quarto 1597. ' That of 1599 , and the folio , read - now thou art so low . MALONE . ( ) JUL . O fortune , fortune ! all SC . V. 165 ROMEO ...
... fear doth teach it divination ; " I prophecy thy death . " The reading of the text is that of the quarto 1597. ' That of 1599 , and the folio , read - now thou art so low . MALONE . ( ) JUL . O fortune , fortune ! all SC . V. 165 ROMEO ...
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... fear thou not : Then weep no more . I'll send to one in Mantua , - Where that same banish'd runagate doth live , - That shall bestow on him so sure a draught * , That he shall soon keep Tybalt company : And then , I hope , thou wilt be ...
... fear thou not : Then weep no more . I'll send to one in Mantua , - Where that same banish'd runagate doth live , - That shall bestow on him so sure a draught * , That he shall soon keep Tybalt company : And then , I hope , thou wilt be ...
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agayne Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Benvolio better BOSWELL brest called Capulet daughter dead death dost doth DUKE edition editors emendation Enter Exeunt eyes fair father fear fool Fortune Friar fryer give gleek greefe hand hart hath heart heaven honour JOHNSON King Henry kiss lady live lord Love's Labour's Lost lovers lyfe MALONE Mantua married means Mercutio Montague musick mynde night nurce NURSE old copy Orlando Paris passage payne Phebe play poem poet Pope pray prince quarto quintain quoth Rape of Lucrece Romeo Romeus and Juliet Rosalind scene second folio Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech STEEVENS stryfe sweet tears tell thee theyr thing thou art thou hast thought tomb TOUCH Tybalt unto Verona WARBURTON wilt word wyfe youth
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Seite 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 52 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 83 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Seite 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Seite 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 84 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Seite 411 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 89 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Seite 382 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 77 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.