The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Tom 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... ther boocke called Troyeles and Creassedaye , the some of iii lb. ” " Lent unto harey cheattell , & Mr. Dickers , [ Henry Chettle and master Deckar ] in pte of payment of their booke called Troyelles & Cresseda , the 16 of Aprell , 1599 ...
... ther boocke called Troyeles and Creassedaye , the some of iii lb. ” " Lent unto harey cheattell , & Mr. Dickers , [ Henry Chettle and master Deckar ] in pte of payment of their booke called Troyelles & Cresseda , the 16 of Aprell , 1599 ...
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... ther the author's or actor's abilities , but merely in a character suited to the subject , in a dress of war , before a warlike play . Johnson . Motteux seems to have borrowed this idea in his Prologue to Farquhar's Twin Rivals : " With ...
... ther the author's or actor's abilities , but merely in a character suited to the subject , in a dress of war , before a warlike play . Johnson . Motteux seems to have borrowed this idea in his Prologue to Farquhar's Twin Rivals : " With ...
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... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? 2 3 " Calchas had experience " Especially of calculation ; " Of sorte also , and divynation . " Malone . · under our opinion ] Here again opinion means character ...
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? 2 3 " Calchas had experience " Especially of calculation ; " Of sorte also , and divynation . " Malone . · under our opinion ] Here again opinion means character ...
Strona 58
... Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ,. Ther . Then would come some matter from him ; I see none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ...
... Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ,. Ther . Then would come some matter from him ; I see none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ...
Strona 59
... Ther . Dost thou think , I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not ; my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst itch from head ...
... Ther . Dost thou think , I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not ; my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst itch from head ...
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Strona 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Strona 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Strona 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strona 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Strona 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Strona 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Strona 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Strona 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Strona 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Strona 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...