The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volumen2Redfield, 1853 |
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... heart . Old Escalus , Though first in question , is thy secondary : Take thy commission . Ang . Now , good my lord , [ Giving it . Let there be some more test made of my metal , Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it ...
... heart . Old Escalus , Though first in question , is thy secondary : Take thy commission . Ang . Now , good my lord , [ Giving it . Let there be some more test made of my metal , Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp'd upon it ...
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... heart , play with all virgins so : I hold you as a thing ensky'd , and sainted By your renouncement , an immortal spirit And to be talk'd with in sincerity , As with a saint . Isab . You do blaspheme the good in mocking me . Lucio . Do ...
... heart , play with all virgins so : I hold you as a thing ensky'd , and sainted By your renouncement , an immortal spirit And to be talk'd with in sincerity , As with a saint . Isab . You do blaspheme the good in mocking me . Lucio . Do ...
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... heart's not whipt out of his trade . [ Exit . Escal . Come hither to me , master Elbow ; come hither , master constable . How long have you been in this place of constable ? Elb . Seven year and a half , sir . Escal . I thought by your2 ...
... heart's not whipt out of his trade . [ Exit . Escal . Come hither to me , master Elbow ; come hither , master constable . How long have you been in this place of constable ? Elb . Seven year and a half , sir . Escal . I thought by your2 ...
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... heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him ? Ang . He's sentenc'd : ' t is too late . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Thou art ' too cold . Isab . Too late ? why , no ; I , that do speak a word , May call it back again : Well believe ...
... heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him ? Ang . He's sentenc'd : ' t is too late . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Thou art ' too cold . Isab . Too late ? why , no ; I , that do speak a word , May call it back again : Well believe ...
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... heart , what it doth know That's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' t is Such ...
... heart , what it doth know That's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' t is Such ...
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Angelo Antipholus Antonio Bass Bassanio Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio comedy Comedy of Errors COSTARD death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero hither honour husband Isab King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucio Lysander madam maid Marry master master constable Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice merry mistress Moth Nerissa never night pardon Pedro play Pompey prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus quarto Quin SCENE Shakespeare Shylock signior soul speak swear sweet tell there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true villain what's wife word
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Página 294 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 294 - Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 423 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 394 - ... s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you...
Página 31 - 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 judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 421 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 373 - Shylock, we would have monies ; you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold ; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money ? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Página 397 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Página 12 - 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. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Página 264 - Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore, finding barren practisers, Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : 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.