The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Bind 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Side 9
... death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before ...
... death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except before ...
Side 18
... death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . Take away thế fool , gentlemen . Oli . What think ...
... death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . Take away thế fool , gentlemen . Oli . What think ...
Side 39
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Side 41
... death with melancholy . Sir . To . Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out of favour with my lady , about a bear ...
... death with melancholy . Sir . To . Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out of favour with my lady , about a bear ...
Side 67
... death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give't , or take't . 5 He is knight , dubbed with unhacked rapier , and on carpet consideration ; That is , he is no soldier by profession , not a knight banneret , dubbed in the field of ...
... death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give't , or take't . 5 He is knight , dubbed with unhacked rapier , and on carpet consideration ; That is , he is no soldier by profession , not a knight banneret , dubbed in the field of ...
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bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master master constable mean mistress moon Moth musick never night Oberon pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Side 100 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Side 37 - 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...
Side 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Side 365 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Side 127 - Alas ! alas ? Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made *°. Ang.
Side 251 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Side 146 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Side 322 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Side 408 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Side 445 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.