The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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Sida 168
... Speed , a clownish fervant to Valentine . Launce , fervant to Proteus . Panthino , Servant to Antonio . Hoft , where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . 1 Silvia , the duke's daughter ...
... Speed , a clownish fervant to Valentine . Launce , fervant to Proteus . Panthino , Servant to Antonio . Hoft , where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws . Julia , a lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . 1 Silvia , the duke's daughter ...
Sida 173
... SPEED . SPEED . Sir Proteus , fave you : Saw you my ma- fter ? PRO . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Made wit with musing weak , ] For made read make . Thou Julia , baft made me war with good counfel , and make wit weak ...
... SPEED . SPEED . Sir Proteus , fave you : Saw you my ma- fter ? PRO . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Made wit with musing weak , ] For made read make . Thou Julia , baft made me war with good counfel , and make wit weak ...
Sida 174
... SPEED . You conclude , that my mafter is a fhep- herd then , and I a sheep ? 3 PRO . I do . SPEED . Why then my horns are his horns , whe- ther I wake or fleep . PRO . A filly answer , and fitting well a fheep . SPEED . This proves me ...
... SPEED . You conclude , that my mafter is a fhep- herd then , and I a sheep ? 3 PRO . I do . SPEED . Why then my horns are his horns , whe- ther I wake or fleep . PRO . A filly answer , and fitting well a fheep . SPEED . This proves me ...
Sida 175
... SPEED . If the ground be overcharg'd , you were best stick her . PRO . Nay , in that you are astray ; ' ' twere best pound you . caufe Proteus had been proving him a sheep . But why does he call the lady a laced mutton ? Wenchers are to ...
... SPEED . If the ground be overcharg'd , you were best stick her . PRO . Nay , in that you are astray ; ' ' twere best pound you . caufe Proteus had been proving him a sheep . But why does he call the lady a laced mutton ? Wenchers are to ...
Sida 176
... SPEED . Nay , fir , lefs than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter . PRO . You mistake ; I mean the pound , a pin- fold . SPEED . From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over , ' Tis threefold too little for carrying a ...
... SPEED . Nay , fir , lefs than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter . PRO . You mistake ; I mean the pound , a pin- fold . SPEED . From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over , ' Tis threefold too little for carrying a ...
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Sida 144 - 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 53 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Sida 392 - 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 70 - 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 33 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Sida 133 - 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 31 - 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 392 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. 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 29 - 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 2 - 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.