The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... On a tablet underneath are inscribed these lines : - Stay , passenger , why dost thou go so fast ? Read , if thou can'st , whom envious death has placed : - Within this monument - Shakspeare ; with whom Quick Nature WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 33.
... On a tablet underneath are inscribed these lines : - Stay , passenger , why dost thou go so fast ? Read , if thou can'st , whom envious death has placed : - Within this monument - Shakspeare ; with whom Quick Nature WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 33.
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William Shakespeare. Within this monument - Shakspeare ; with whom Quick Nature died ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost : since all that he hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit : and the flat stone ...
William Shakespeare. Within this monument - Shakspeare ; with whom Quick Nature died ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost : since all that he hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit : and the flat stone ...
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... quick glancing o'er the green : And , as the moon her perfect orb displays , The little people sparkle in her rays . There , mid the lightning's blaze , and whirlwind's howl , On the scath'd heath the fatal Sisters scowl : Or , as ...
... quick glancing o'er the green : And , as the moon her perfect orb displays , The little people sparkle in her rays . There , mid the lightning's blaze , and whirlwind's howl , On the scath'd heath the fatal Sisters scowl : Or , as ...
Strona 93
... like the pard ; Jealous in honour , sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth : SHAKSPEARE'S And then , the JUSTICE ; In fair round. SEVEN AGES OF MAN . 93 333 And then, the LOVER, ...
... like the pard ; Jealous in honour , sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth : SHAKSPEARE'S And then , the JUSTICE ; In fair round. SEVEN AGES OF MAN . 93 333 And then, the LOVER, ...
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... quick , thou wert best , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? If thou neglect'st , or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches 34 : make thee roar , That beasts ...
... quick , thou wert best , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? If thou neglect'st , or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches 34 : make thee roar , That beasts ...
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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