The Shakespearian dictionary; a general index to the popular expressions, and most striking passages in the works of Shakespeare

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Smith, Elder, 1832 - 367 sidor

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Sida 343 - your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
Sida 73 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or, that the everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! fie on't! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Sida 118 - We defy augury ; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. . . . H. v. 2. But,
Sida 270 - MAB. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone, On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : The
Sida 58 - 2. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot: This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
Sida 283 - 0. iii. 3. REPUTATION (See also HONOUR). Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he, that niches from me my good name, Robs me
Sida 57 - 1. Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Sida 302 - Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd ' Out of the powerful regions under earth, Help me this once. . H. VI. PT. iv 3. Glendower.—I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur.—Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them t
Sida 233 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.

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