The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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Pagina 14
... She faid - thou waft my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princefs ; - -no worse iffued . " abyfm of time ? ] i . e . abyss . This method of fpelling the word , is common to other ancient writers . They ...
... She faid - thou waft my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princefs ; - -no worse iffued . " abyfm of time ? ] i . e . abyss . This method of fpelling the word , is common to other ancient writers . They ...
Pagina 32
... she did , They would not take her life : Is not this true ? ARI . Ay , fir . PRO . This blue - ey'd hag was hither brought with child , And here was left by the failors : Thou , my flave , As thou report'ft thyfelf , waft then her ...
... she did , They would not take her life : Is not this true ? ARI . Ay , fir . PRO . This blue - ey'd hag was hither brought with child , And here was left by the failors : Thou , my flave , As thou report'ft thyfelf , waft then her ...
Pagina 45
... She had been bred up in the rough and plain - dealing documents of moral philofophy , which teaches us the knowledge of Durfelves ; and was an utter ftranger to the flattery invented by vicious and designing men to corrupt the other fex ...
... She had been bred up in the rough and plain - dealing documents of moral philofophy , which teaches us the knowledge of Durfelves ; and was an utter ftranger to the flattery invented by vicious and designing men to corrupt the other fex ...
Pagina 47
... She had indeed told him , the was ; but in his aftonishment at hearing her speak his own language , he may well be ... she's mortal . ” Our author might have remembered Lodge's defcription of Faw- nia , the Perdita of his Winter's Tale ...
... She had indeed told him , the was ; but in his aftonishment at hearing her speak his own language , he may well be ... she's mortal . ” Our author might have remembered Lodge's defcription of Faw- nia , the Perdita of his Winter's Tale ...
Pagina 56
... She was of Carthage , not of Tunis . bl . 1. Hiftory of George Lord Faukonbridge , a pamphlet that he probably read when he was writing King John . CLARABEL is there the concubine of King Richard I. and the mother of Lord Falcon- bridge ...
... She was of Carthage , not of Tunis . bl . 1. Hiftory of George Lord Faukonbridge , a pamphlet that he probably read when he was writing King John . CLARABEL is there the concubine of King Richard I. and the mother of Lord Falcon- bridge ...
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Pagina 80 - 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.
Pagina 372 - 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.
Pagina 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Pagina 372 - 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.
Pagina 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Pagina 143 - 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.
Pagina 39 - 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.
Pagina 12 - 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.
Pagina 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Pagina 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.