The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volume 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Pagina 6
... Poor souls ! they per- leaky as an unstanched wench . ished , Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold : set her two Had I been any god of power , I would courses ; off to sea again , lay her off . Enter Mariners , wet . Mar. All lost ! to ...
... Poor souls ! they per- leaky as an unstanched wench . ished , Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold : set her two Had I been any god of power , I would courses ; off to sea again , lay her off . Enter Mariners , wet . Mar. All lost ! to ...
Pagina 17
... weapons drawn : - : - there was a noise , That's verity : ' Tis best we stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our wea- pons . For my poor son . Gon . painted , not C 17 ACT II . SCENE I. TEMPEST .
... weapons drawn : - : - there was a noise , That's verity : ' Tis best we stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our wea- pons . For my poor son . Gon . painted , not C 17 ACT II . SCENE I. TEMPEST .
Pagina 18
... poor son . Gon . painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a Alon . Lead away . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [ Aside . [ Exeunt . So , king , go safely on ...
... poor son . Gon . painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a Alon . Lead away . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [ Aside . [ Exeunt . So , king , go safely on ...
Pagina 19
... Come , kiss . Trin . — but that the poor monster's in drink ; Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not An abominable monster ! sprites . Cal . I'll shew thee the best springs ; I'll 19 ACT II . SCENE II . TEMPEST .
... Come , kiss . Trin . — but that the poor monster's in drink ; Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not An abominable monster ! sprites . Cal . I'll shew thee the best springs ; I'll 19 ACT II . SCENE II . TEMPEST .
Pagina 20
... poor drunkard . Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Shew thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee To clust'ring ...
... poor drunkard . Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Shew thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee To clust'ring ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Pagina 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 60 - 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. 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.