The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 1J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 22
... what thou seest yond ' . What is't ? a spirit ? Mira . Lord , how it looks about ! Believe me , sir , It carries a brave form : -But ' tis a spirit . 8 Owns . Pro . No , wench ; it eats and sleeps 22 Act I. TEMPEST .
... what thou seest yond ' . What is't ? a spirit ? Mira . Lord , how it looks about ! Believe me , sir , It carries a brave form : -But ' tis a spirit . 8 Owns . Pro . No , wench ; it eats and sleeps 22 Act I. TEMPEST .
Pagina 27
... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , • Seb . One : -Tell . Gon . When every grief is entertain'd , that's offer'd , Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him ...
... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , • Seb . One : -Tell . Gon . When every grief is entertain'd , that's offer'd , Comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollar . Gon . Dolour comes to him ...
Pagina 37
... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , " Twould put ...
... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , " Twould put ...
Pagina 40
... looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liqour . If it should thunder , as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.— What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or ...
... looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liqour . If it should thunder , as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.— What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or ...
Pagina 47
... look wearily . Fer . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me , When you are by at night . I do beseech you , ( Chiefly , that I might set it in my prayers , ) What is your name ? Mira . I have broke Fer . Miranda : -O my ...
... look wearily . Fer . No , noble mistress ; ' tis fresh morning with me , When you are by at night . I do beseech you , ( Chiefly , that I might set it in my prayers , ) What is your name ? Mira . I have broke Fer . Miranda : -O my ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Pagina xvi - 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 75 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pagina xci - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Pagina 32 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Pagina xii - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Pagina 146 - 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 help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Pagina xvii - 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...
Pagina xci - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
Pagina 308 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.