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... speaking of Shakespeare , says , " Many were the wit - combates betwixt him and Ben Jonson , which two I behold like a ... speak with Shakespeares fine filed phrase , if they would speake English . " 67 65 Gifford rejects it disdainfully ...
... speaking of Shakespeare , says , " Many were the wit - combates betwixt him and Ben Jonson , which two I behold like a ... speak with Shakespeares fine filed phrase , if they would speake English . " 67 65 Gifford rejects it disdainfully ...
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... speak in print . ] In print , meant precisely , exactly , to the letter . O Burton , in his " Anatomy of Melancholy , " says- " He must speak in print , walke in print , eat and drink in print , and that which is all in all , he must be ...
... speak in print . ] In print , meant precisely , exactly , to the letter . O Burton , in his " Anatomy of Melancholy , " says- " He must speak in print , walke in print , eat and drink in print , and that which is all in all , he must be ...
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... speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my father ; well , he weeps on : -now come I to my mother , ( O , that shoe could speak now , like a wood woman ; ) — well , I kiss her ; -why , there ' t is ; here's my mother's breath up ...
... speak a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my father ; well , he weeps on : -now come I to my mother , ( O , that shoe could speak now , like a wood woman ; ) — well , I kiss her ; -why , there ' t is ; here's my mother's breath up ...
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... speak with you . " SIL . I wait upon his pleasure . [ Exit SERVANT . Come , sir Thurio , Go with me : -once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . PRO ...
... speak with you . " SIL . I wait upon his pleasure . [ Exit SERVANT . Come , sir Thurio , Go with me : -once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . PRO ...
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... speak it ; For I am sure she is not buried . [ Aside . SIL . Say that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives ; to whom , thyself art witness , I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy ? PRO . I ...
... speak it ; For I am sure she is not buried . [ Aside . SIL . Say that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives ; to whom , thyself art witness , I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy ? PRO . I ...
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arms art thou Bardolph Ben Jonson BIRON blood BOLING BOYET called Collier's cousin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio omits fool FORD gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed honour humour John Shakespeare Juliet Kate KATH king lady LAUN letter look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam marry master means merry mistress never night noble NURSE old copies passage peace play POINS pray prince Proteus quarto Richard Richard II Romeo SCENE servant Shakespeare SHAL sir John soul speak stand Steevens Stratford sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thomas Nashe thou art thou hast tongue true Tybalt unto villain wife William Shakespeare wilt word
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.