The Works of William Shakespeare: Life, Glossary, &c : Reprinted from the Early Editions and Compared with Recent Commentators, Volume 1F. Warne, 1875 - 1124 pagina's |
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Pagina 80
... Blood , thou art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' Tis not the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now ! who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , And try your penitence , if it be sound ...
... Blood , thou art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' Tis not the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now ! who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , And try your penitence , if it be sound ...
Pagina 169
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun ; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , [ moon . Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Thrice ...
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun ; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , [ moon . Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Thrice ...
Pagina 209
... blood ; The words expressly are , a pound of flesh : Then take thy bond , take thou thy pound of But , in the cutting it , if thou dost shed [ flesh ; One drop of Christian blood , thy lands and So says the bond : -doth it not , noble ...
... blood ; The words expressly are , a pound of flesh : Then take thy bond , take thou thy pound of But , in the cutting it , if thou dost shed [ flesh ; One drop of Christian blood , thy lands and So says the bond : -doth it not , noble ...
Pagina 235
... blood , unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind . Cel . [ Rosalind swoons . ] Why , how now , Ganymede ! sweet Ganymede ! Oli . Many will swoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is more in it . - Cousin ...
... blood , unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind . Cel . [ Rosalind swoons . ] Why , how now , Ganymede ! sweet Ganymede ! Oli . Many will swoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is more in it . - Cousin ...
Pagina 243
... blood . Enter a Servant . Tra . Mi perdonate , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy : Only , good master , while we do admire This virtue ...
... blood . Enter a Servant . Tra . Mi perdonate , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy : Only , good master , while we do admire This virtue ...
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The Works of William Shakspeare: Life, Glossary, &c., Reprinted from the ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1868 |
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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Pagina 222 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pagina 472 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Pagina 444 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 389 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Pagina 6 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Pagina 182 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Pagina 81 - 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.
Pagina 17 - 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.
Pagina 388 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.