The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Том 18Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1812 |
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... piece of your dead Queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good Sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left living of your Queen , A little daughter ; for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O ...
... piece of your dead Queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good Sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left living of your Queen , A little daughter ; for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O ...
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... pieces , they are so pitifully sodden . Pand . Thou say'st true ; they're too unwhole- some o'conscience . The poor Transilvanian is dead , that lay with the little baggage . Boult . Ay , she quickly poop'd him ; she made him roast ...
... pieces , they are so pitifully sodden . Pand . Thou say'st true ; they're too unwhole- some o'conscience . The poor Transilvanian is dead , that lay with the little baggage . Boult . Ay , she quickly poop'd him ; she made him roast ...
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... piece , you see if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost my earnest . Bawd . Boult , has she any qualities ... pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my Masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her ...
... piece , you see if you like her , so ; if not , I have lost my earnest . Bawd . Boult , has she any qualities ... pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my Masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her ...
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... piece she meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what a pᬠragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , Mistress , thunder shátl not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty ...
... piece she meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what a pᬠragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , Mistress , thunder shátl not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty ...
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... piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! Dion . I think You'll turn a child again . Cle . Were I chief lord of all this spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O Lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a ...
... piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! Dion . I think You'll turn a child again . Cle . Were I chief lord of all this spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O Lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a ...
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ancient Antiochus appears art thou Bawd beauty Benvolio Boult called Cerimon Cleon daugh daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth earth edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fish folio friar Friar LAURENCE Gentlemen Gesta Romanorum give gleek gods Gower grave grief hath heart heaven Helicanus honour JOHNSON Juliet King Lady CAPULET letter live look Lord Lychorida Lysimachus Madam MALONE Mantua Marina married MASON means Mercutio mistress Mitylene Montague musick ne'er never night Nurse old copies read Paris passage Pentapolis Pericles play poet pray Prince of Tyre quarto Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Simonides sleep speak STEEVENS suppose sweet tapolis tell Thaisa Tharsus thee thou art thou hast thou wilt thought true Tybalt unto Verona weep wife word
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Стр. 111 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Стр. 121 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Стр. 111 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Стр. 122 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Стр. 129 - Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed foes encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; And, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
Стр. 129 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Стр. 91 - Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents
Стр. 129 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime 's by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power:.
Стр. 111 - Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Стр. 146 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...