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Pagina 14
... fools . + The first stanza of this ballad , which is admitted to be ge- nuine , may properly be preserved as a curiosity . But as it is to be found in every life of our author , with the exception of Rowe's , I shall refer my readers ...
... fools . + The first stanza of this ballad , which is admitted to be ge- nuine , may properly be preserved as a curiosity . But as it is to be found in every life of our author , with the exception of Rowe's , I shall refer my readers ...
Pagina 47
... 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 . Legg'd ...
... 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 . Legg'd ...
Pagina 56
... fool , at what I am glad of 3 . Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer . Wherefore weep you Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and ...
... fool , at what I am glad of 3 . Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Fer . Wherefore weep you Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and ...
Pagina 59
... he lied ? 2 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo's party - co- loured dress , he was a licensed fool or jester . 3 Quick freshes are living springs . Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so SC . II . 69 TEMPEST . 59.
... he lied ? 2 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo's party - co- loured dress , he was a licensed fool or jester . 3 Quick freshes are living springs . Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so SC . II . 69 TEMPEST . 59.
Pagina 64
... fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now , would they believe me ? If I should say I saw such islanders , ( For , certes , these are people of the island , ) Who , though they are of monstrous shape , yet ...
... fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now , would they believe me ? If I should say I saw such islanders , ( For , certes , these are people of the island , ) Who , though they are of monstrous shape , yet ...
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Anne 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 HUGH EVANS 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 Slen Slender soul speak Speed Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night unto Valentine Windsor woman word
Populaire passages
Pagina 49 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Pagina 84 - 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 297 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pagina 69 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Pagina 102 - Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And, that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muse's anvil : turn the same, (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou.
Pagina 159 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Pagina 336 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 91 - All the world's a stage, And all 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 the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Pagina 84 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Pagina 102 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!