The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 113
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Lord . Madam . Sly . Al'ce madam , or Joan madam ? Lord . Madam , and nothing else : so lords call ladies . Sly . Madam wife , ( 18 ) they say that I have dream'd , And slept about ( 19 ) some fifteen ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Lord . Madam . Sly . Al'ce madam , or Joan madam ? Lord . Madam , and nothing else : so lords call ladies . Sly . Madam wife , ( 18 ) they say that I have dream'd , And slept about ( 19 ) some fifteen ...
Pagina 120
... surely : comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work , madam lady : would ' twere done ! SCENE II . The same . Before HORTENSIO's house . 120 [ ACT I. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... surely : comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work , madam lady : would ' twere done ! SCENE II . The same . Before HORTENSIO's house . 120 [ ACT I. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW .
Pagina 140
... madam : - Hac ibat Simois ; * hic est Sigeia tellus ; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them . ( 83 ) [ Reads . Luc . Hac ibat , as I told you before , -Simois , I am Lu- * Hac ibat Simois & c . ] Ovid , -Epist ...
... madam : - Hac ibat Simois ; * hic est Sigeia tellus ; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them . ( 83 ) [ Reads . Luc . Hac ibat , as I told you before , -Simois , I am Lu- * Hac ibat Simois & c . ] Ovid , -Epist ...
Pagina 141
... Madam , my instrument's in tune . Let's hear . [ Hortensio plays . Bian . O , fie ! the treble jars . Luc . And tune again . Spit in the hole , man , Bian . Now let me see if I can construe it : — Hac ibat Simois , I know you not , -hic ...
... Madam , my instrument's in tune . Let's hear . [ Hortensio plays . Bian . O , fie ! the treble jars . Luc . And tune again . Spit in the hole , man , Bian . Now let me see if I can construe it : — Hac ibat Simois , I know you not , -hic ...
Pagina 183
... Madam wife , " “ Qu . ' Madam , my wife ' ? He hesitates between the two modes of address , madam , and my wife , and jumbles both together . " Walker's Crit . Exam , & c . vol . ii . p . 261 . P. 113. ( 19 ) " about " So Capell and Mr ...
... Madam wife , " “ Qu . ' Madam , my wife ' ? He hesitates between the two modes of address , madam , and my wife , and jumbles both together . " Walker's Crit . Exam , & c . vol . ii . p . 261 . P. 113. ( 19 ) " about " So Capell and Mr ...
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Pagina 352 - 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 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...