The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 91
... the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being SEVEN AGES . At first , the INFANT , Mewling and puking in WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 91.
... the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being SEVEN AGES . At first , the INFANT , Mewling and puking in WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 91.
Pagina 9
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
Pagina 10
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks , he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own ...
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks , he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own ...
Pagina 12
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long 9 heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . SCENE II . The Island : before the ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long 9 heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . SCENE II . The Island : before the ...
Pagina 25
... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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