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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... married lineament * , And see how one another lends content ; And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies , Find written in the margin of his eyes 3 . La . Cap . What say you ? & c . ] This ridiculous speech is entirely added since the ...
... married lineament * , And see how one another lends content ; And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies , Find written in the margin of his eyes 3 . La . Cap . What say you ? & c . ] This ridiculous speech is entirely added since the ...
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... marriage ; and the word cover is a quibble on the law phrase for a married woman , who is styled a femme couverte in law French . M. MASON . Such is Dr. 7 The fish lives in the sea ; & c . ] i . e . is not yet caught . Fish- skin covers ...
... marriage ; and the word cover is a quibble on the law phrase for a married woman , who is styled a femme couverte in law French . M. MASON . Such is Dr. 7 The fish lives in the sea ; & c . ] i . e . is not yet caught . Fish- skin covers ...
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... Marriage , 1608 , sig . E 3 : stand at your brothers backe , as to shift a trencher neately , " & c . REED . They were common even in the time of Charles I. See Tem- pest , Act II . Sc . II . MALONE . They continued common much longer ...
... Marriage , 1608 , sig . E 3 : stand at your brothers backe , as to shift a trencher neately , " & c . REED . They were common even in the time of Charles I. See Tem- pest , Act II . Sc . II . MALONE . They continued common much longer ...
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... marry , ' tis time- ( II ) Well said , my hearts : - ( ) You are a princox ; go1 : - ( 1 ) 4 Be quiet , or - More light , more light , for shame ! - I'll make you quiet ; ( ) What ! - Cheerly , my hearts . ( 5 TYB . Patience perforce ...
... marry , ' tis time- ( II ) Well said , my hearts : - ( ) You are a princox ; go1 : - ( 1 ) 4 Be quiet , or - More light , more light , for shame ! - I'll make you quiet ; ( ) What ! - Cheerly , my hearts . ( 5 TYB . Patience perforce ...
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... Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; the mode of his own time ; and kissing a lady in a publick as- sembly , we may ...
... Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; the mode of his own time ; and kissing a lady in a publick as- sembly , we may ...
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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.