The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... give them feals . XV . 209 . give your hands . V. 172 . glared . XII . 263 . glafs gazing . XIV . 92 . glafs of fashion . XV . 167 . glaffes . IX . 56 . gleek . V. 83 . - XIV . 528 . gleeking . IX . 477 . Glendower , Owen . VIII . 494 ...
... give them feals . XV . 209 . give your hands . V. 172 . glared . XII . 263 . glafs gazing . XIV . 92 . glafs of fashion . XV . 167 . glaffes . IX . 56 . gleek . V. 83 . - XIV . 528 . gleeking . IX . 477 . Glendower , Owen . VIII . 494 ...
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... give thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour , if it fo hap.- Cheerly , good hearts - Out of our way , I fay . [ Exit . GON . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks ...
... give thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour , if it fo hap.- Cheerly , good hearts - Out of our way , I fay . [ Exit . GON . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks ...
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... give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to fink ? SEB . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blaf- phemous , incharitable dog ! BOATS . Work you , then . ANT . Hang , cur , hang ! you whorefon , infolent noife - maker , we are lefs ...
... give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to fink ? SEB . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blaf- phemous , incharitable dog ! BOATS . Work you , then . ANT . Hang , cur , hang ! you whorefon , infolent noife - maker , we are lefs ...
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... give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . SCENE II . The island : before the cell of Profpero . Enter PROSPERO and ...
... give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . SCENE II . The island : before the cell of Profpero . Enter PROSPERO and ...
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... give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to his crown , and bend The dukedom , yet unbow'd , ( alas , poor Milan ! ) To most ignoble stooping . -like one , Who having , unto truth , by telling of it , Made fuch a ...
... give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to his crown , and bend The dukedom , yet unbow'd , ( alas , poor Milan ! ) To most ignoble stooping . -like one , Who having , unto truth , by telling of it , Made fuch a ...
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Página 80 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 372 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Página 154 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Página 372 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 141 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Página 143 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Página 39 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Página 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Página 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.