The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 - English drama |
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... I'll free thee Within two days for this . Again , in the Tempeft : 66 -thou doft here ufurp " The name thou ow's not . ” To ufe the word in this fenfe , is not peculiar to Shakspeare . I meet with it in Beaumont and Fletcher's Beggar's ...
... I'll free thee Within two days for this . Again , in the Tempeft : 66 -thou doft here ufurp " The name thou ow's not . ” To ufe the word in this fenfe , is not peculiar to Shakspeare . I meet with it in Beaumont and Fletcher's Beggar's ...
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... I'll fet thee free for this ! -A word , good fir ; I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : word . 5 a MIRA . Why speaks my father fo ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I faw ; the first That e'er I figh'd for : pity move my ...
... I'll fet thee free for this ! -A word , good fir ; I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : word . 5 a MIRA . Why speaks my father fo ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I faw ; the first That e'er I figh'd for : pity move my ...
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... I'll come by Naples . Draw thy fword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king fhall love thee . ANT . Draw together : And when I rear my hand , do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O ...
... I'll come by Naples . Draw thy fword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king fhall love thee . ANT . Draw together : And when I rear my hand , do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O ...
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... I'll bring my wood home fafter . STE . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after the wifeft . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit if I can recover him , and keep him ...
... I'll bring my wood home fafter . STE . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after the wifeft . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit if I can recover him , and keep him ...
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... I'll pull thee by the leffer legs : if any be Trinculo's legs , these are they . Thou art very Trinculo , indeed : How cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon - calf ? Can he vent Trinculos ? TRIN . I took him to be kill'd with a ...
... I'll pull thee by the leffer legs : if any be Trinculo's legs , these are they . Thou art very Trinculo , indeed : How cam'ft thou to be the fiege of this moon - calf ? Can he vent Trinculos ? TRIN . I took him to be kill'd with a ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.