The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... seems , would pour down ftinking pitch , But that the fea , ' mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I have suffer'd With those that I faw fuffer ! a brave veffel , Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her , the ...
... seems , would pour down ftinking pitch , But that the fea , ' mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I have suffer'd With those that I faw fuffer ! a brave veffel , Who had no doubt fome noble creatures in her , the ...
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... Seem'd to befiege , and make his bold waves tremble , Yea , his dread trident shake . " PRO . 9 My brave fpirit ! 5 -now on the beak , ] The beak was a ftrong pointed body at the head of the ancient gallies ; it is ufed here for the ...
... Seem'd to befiege , and make his bold waves tremble , Yea , his dread trident shake . " PRO . 9 My brave fpirit ! 5 -now on the beak , ] The beak was a ftrong pointed body at the head of the ancient gallies ; it is ufed here for the ...
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... seem to be defert , - SEB . Ha , ha , ha ! ANT . So , you've pay'd.9 ADR . Uninhabitable , and almoft inacceffible , - SEB . Yet , ADR . Yet- ANT . He could not mifs it . 8 Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; ] The fame quibble occurs ...
... seem to be defert , - SEB . Ha , ha , ha ! ANT . So , you've pay'd.9 ADR . Uninhabitable , and almoft inacceffible , - SEB . Yet , ADR . Yet- ANT . He could not mifs it . 8 Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; ] The fame quibble occurs ...
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... Seems to cry out , How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? -Keep in Tunis , " And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath feiz'd them ; why , they were no worfe Than now they are : There be , that can rule ...
... Seems to cry out , How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? -Keep in Tunis , " And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath feiz'd them ; why , they were no worfe Than now they are : There be , that can rule ...
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... seem probable , ) of every 9 7 - conduct of : ] Conduct for conductor . So , in Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : 66 Come , gentlemen , I will be your condu & t . " STEEVENS . Again , in The Houfholders ' Philofophie , 4to ...
... seem probable , ) of every 9 7 - conduct of : ] Conduct for conductor . So , in Ben Jonson's Every Man out of his Humour : 66 Come , gentlemen , I will be your condu & t . " STEEVENS . Again , in The Houfholders ' Philofophie , 4to ...
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Afide againſt alfo anfwer Antony and Cleopatra Ariel becauſe beſt CAIUS Caliban defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid Falſtaff fame fays fecond feems fenfe fent fervant fhall fhould fignifies fince firft firſt fleep folio fome fometimes FORD fpeaking fpeech fpirit ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuppofe fure fweet gentleman Gentlemen of Verona hath Henry IV himſelf hoft houſe humour huſband inftance JOHNSON Julia king lady LAUN lord mafter MALONE means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferves old copy paffage phrafe play pleaſe prefent Prince of Tyre Profpero Proteus purpoſe quarto reaſon ſay Shakspeare SHAL ſhall ſhe Silvia SLEN Slender ſpeak SPEED STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou Thurio tranflation ufed uſed Valentine WARBURTON whofe wife woman word
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Sida 80 - 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.
Sida 372 - 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.
Sida 154 - 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 372 - 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.
Sida 141 - 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...
Sida 143 - 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.
Sida 39 - 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.
Sida 12 - 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.
Sida 231 - ... tis not to have you gone ; For why, the fools are mad if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Sida 155 - Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy ! and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.