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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... heaven , When I have deck'd the fea ' with drops full falt ; To cry to the fea that roar'd to us ; ] This conceit occurs again in the Winter's Tale : - " How the poor fouls roar'd , and the sea mock'd them , " & c . STEEVENS . 9 -deck'd ...
... heaven , When I have deck'd the fea ' with drops full falt ; To cry to the fea that roar'd to us ; ] This conceit occurs again in the Winter's Tale : - " How the poor fouls roar'd , and the sea mock'd them , " & c . STEEVENS . 9 -deck'd ...
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... heavens directing , ) " Is troth - plight to your daughter . " Again , in Coriolanus : " waving thy hand , " Which often , thus , correcting thy ftout heart , " Now humble as the ripest mulberry , " That will not hold the handling ; or ...
... heavens directing , ) " Is troth - plight to your daughter . " Again , in Coriolanus : " waving thy hand , " Which often , thus , correcting thy ftout heart , " Now humble as the ripest mulberry , " That will not hold the handling ; or ...
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... Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , fir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my mind ) your reason For raifing this fea - ftorm ? PRO . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady ...
... Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , fir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my mind ) your reason For raifing this fea - ftorm ? PRO . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady ...
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... heaven . STEEVENS . 3 - and all his quality . ] i . e . all his confederates , all who are of the fame profeffion . So , in Hamlet : " Come , give us a taste of your quality . " See notes on this paffage . STEEVENS . • Perform'd to ...
... heaven . STEEVENS . 3 - and all his quality . ] i . e . all his confederates , all who are of the fame profeffion . So , in Hamlet : " Come , give us a taste of your quality . " See notes on this paffage . STEEVENS . • Perform'd to ...
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... Ferdinand afks her not whether fhe was a created being , a queftion , which if he meant it , he has ill expressed , but whether he was unmarried ; for after the dialogue which FER . My language ! heavens ! - I am TEMPEST . 45.
... Ferdinand afks her not whether fhe was a created being , a queftion , which if he meant it , he has ill expressed , but whether he was unmarried ; for after the dialogue which FER . My language ! heavens ! - I am TEMPEST . 45.
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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.