The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volym 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : " Here comes one that will carry coals ; ergo , will hold my dog . " And , lastly , in the poet's own King Henry V .: " At Calais they stole a fireshovel ; I knew by that piece of service the ...
... Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : " Here comes one that will carry coals ; ergo , will hold my dog . " And , lastly , in the poet's own King Henry V .: " At Calais they stole a fireshovel ; I knew by that piece of service the ...
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... Ben Jonson ridicules this scene of Romeo and Juliet , in his New Inn : “ Huff . How , spill it ? " Spill it at me ? " Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEEVENS . This mode of quarrelling appears to have been common in our author's ...
... Ben Jonson ridicules this scene of Romeo and Juliet , in his New Inn : “ Huff . How , spill it ? " Spill it at me ? " Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEEVENS . This mode of quarrelling appears to have been common in our author's ...
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... Ben Jonson uses this expression in his Staple for News : " I do confess a swashing blow . " In The Three Ladies of London , 1584 , Fraud says : " I will flaunt and brave it after the lusty swash . " BEN . Part , fools ; put up your ...
... Ben Jonson uses this expression in his Staple for News : " I do confess a swashing blow . " In The Three Ladies of London , 1584 , Fraud says : " I will flaunt and brave it after the lusty swash . " BEN . Part , fools ; put up your ...
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... Ben Jonson , 1609 , a fellow who has had his head broke , says : " Tis nothing , a fillip , a device : fellow Juniper , prithee get me a plantain . " BEN . For what , I pray thee ? Rом SC . II . 31 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Ben Jonson , 1609 , a fellow who has had his head broke , says : " Tis nothing , a fillip , a device : fellow Juniper , prithee get me a plantain . " BEN . For what , I pray thee ? Rом SC . II . 31 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... Ben Jonson : " Stint thy babbling tongue . " Again , in What You Will , by Marston , 1607 : " Pish ! for shame , stint thy idle chat . " Again , in The Misfortunes of King Arthur , an ancient drama , 1587 : - " - Fame's but a blast that ...
... Ben Jonson : " Stint thy babbling tongue . " Again , in What You Will , by Marston , 1607 : " Pish ! for shame , stint thy idle chat . " Again , in The Misfortunes of King Arthur , an ancient drama , 1587 : - " - Fame's but a blast that ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volym 6 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volym 6 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volym 6 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
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Sida 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sida 52 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Sida 83 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Sida 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Sida 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sida 84 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Sida 411 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Sida 89 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Sida 382 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Sida 77 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.