The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen1 |
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These corruptions I have often silently rectified ; for the history of our language ,
and the true force of our words , can only be preserved , by keeping the text of
authors free from adulteration . Others , and those very frequent , smoothed the ...
These corruptions I have often silently rectified ; for the history of our language ,
and the true force of our words , can only be preserved , by keeping the text of
authors free from adulteration . Others , and those very frequent , smoothed the ...
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If these be true spies which I wear in my head , here ' s a goodly sight . Cal . O
Setebos , these be brave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He
will chastise me . Seb . - . Ha , ha ; . . . What things are these , my lord Antonio !
If these be true spies which I wear in my head , here ' s a goodly sight . Cal . O
Setebos , these be brave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He
will chastise me . Seb . - . Ha , ha ; . . . What things are these , my lord Antonio !
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Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o ' er - slips me in the
day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul
mischance Torment me for my love ' s forgetfulness ! ' My father stays my coming
...
Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o ' er - slips me in the
day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul
mischance Torment me for my love ' s forgetfulness ! ' My father stays my coming
...
Página 147
Under the colour of commending him , I have access my own love to prefer ; But
Silvia is too fair , too true , too holy , To be corrupted with my worthless gifts .
When I protest true loyalty to her , She twits me with my falshood to my friend ;
When ...
Under the colour of commending him , I have access my own love to prefer ; But
Silvia is too fair , too true , too holy , To be corrupted with my worthless gifts .
When I protest true loyalty to her , She twits me with my falshood to my friend ;
When ...
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And this is true . [ To PAGE . ] I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me
in some humours ; I should have borne the humoured letter to her : but I have a
sword , and it shall bite upon my necessity . He love ' s your wife ; there ' s the ...
And this is true . [ To PAGE . ] I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me
in some humours ; I should have borne the humoured letter to her : but I have a
sword , and it shall bite upon my necessity . He love ' s your wife ; there ' s the ...
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Anne bear bring Brook Caius comes daughter desire doth Duke Enter excellent Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father faults fear follow fool Ford give hand hang hast hath hear heart heaven hold honour hope Host hour I'll keep kind king knight lady Laun learning leave letter live look lord madam Marry master mean mind Mira mistress nature never Page peace play poor pray present Proteus Quick reason SCENE servant Shakspeare Shal Silvia sir John Sir Toby Slen sometimes speak Speed spirit stand sure sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou thou art thought true Valentine wife woman write youth
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Página xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Página xvi - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 75 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página xci - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Página 32 - 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 xii - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Página 146 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Página xvii - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Página xci - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
Página 308 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.