The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 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 thoufand 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 thoufand 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 that parting kifs . " STEEVENS . Pro . No harm . ] I know not whether Shakspeare did not make Miranda fpeak thus : O , woe the day ! no harm ? To which Profpero properly anfwers : I have done nothing but in care of thee ...
... Give him that parting kifs . " STEEVENS . Pro . No harm . ] I know not whether Shakspeare did not make Miranda fpeak thus : O , woe the day ! no harm ? To which Profpero properly anfwers : I have done nothing but in care of thee ...
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Página 144 - 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 53 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Página 392 - 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 70 - 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 33 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Página 133 - 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 31 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Página 392 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. 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 29 - 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 2 - 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.