Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Hoft , where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Speed , a clownish fervant to Valentine . Launce , the like to Protheus . Panthino , fervant to Anthonio . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved of Protheus . Silvia , the duke of Milan's ...
... Hoft , where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Speed , a clownish fervant to Valentine . Launce , the like to Protheus . Panthino , fervant to Anthonio . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved of Protheus . Silvia , the duke of Milan's ...
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... , ] That is , hafly paffionate reproaches and fcoffs . So Macbeth is in a kindred fenfe faid to be fuaden ; that is , irafcible and impetuous . JOHNSON . L 3 Enter Enter behind , the Hoft and Julia in boy's cloaths OF VERONA . 165.
... , ] That is , hafly paffionate reproaches and fcoffs . So Macbeth is in a kindred fenfe faid to be fuaden ; that is , irafcible and impetuous . JOHNSON . L 3 Enter Enter behind , the Hoft and Julia in boy's cloaths OF VERONA . 165.
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... Hoft , because I cannot be merry . Hoft . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you fhall hear mufic , and fee the gentleman that you afk'd for . Jul . But fhall I hear him speak ? Hoft . Ay , that you fhall . Jul . That ...
... Hoft , because I cannot be merry . Hoft . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you fhall hear mufic , and fee the gentleman that you afk'd for . Jul . But fhall I hear him speak ? Hoft . Ay , that you fhall . Jul . That ...
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... Hoft . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Hoft . How , out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not fo ; but yet fo falfe , that he grieves my very heart - strings . Hoft . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I ...
... Hoft . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Hoft . How , out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not fo ; but yet fo falfe , that he grieves my very heart - strings . Hoft . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I ...
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... Hoft , will you go ? Hoft . By my hallidom , I was faft afleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Protheus ? Hoft . Marry , at my house : trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not fo ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er ...
... Hoft , will you go ? Hoft . By my hallidom , I was faft afleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Protheus ? Hoft . Marry , at my house : trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not fo ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er ...
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Sida 89 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Sida 23 - 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.
Sida 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Sida 83 - To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'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...
Sida 82 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...