The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volym 1Charles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... 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 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 91.
... 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 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 91.
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... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
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... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long9 heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long9 heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island ...
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... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
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... Exit . Pro . Thou poisonous slave , got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam , come forth ! Enter CALIBAN . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both ! a south - west ...
... Exit . Pro . Thou poisonous slave , got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam , come forth ! Enter CALIBAN . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both ! a south - west ...
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Anne ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia Sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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Sida 47 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Sida 291 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Sida 82 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Sida 294 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sida 325 - 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.
Sida 157 - 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 helped, 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.
Sida 102 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Sida 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Sida 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Sida 19 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.