The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth nightJ. Munroe, 1851 |
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... 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 . Legg'd ...
... 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 . Legg'd ...
الصفحة 66
... fool , Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Wherefore weep you ? Fer . Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take What I ...
... fool , Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ! Wherefore weep you ? Fer . Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take What I ...
الصفحة 69
... make a stock- fish of thee . 3 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo's motley dress he was a licensed fool or jester . 4 Quick freshes are living springs . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did SC . II . 69 THE TEMPEST .
... make a stock- fish of thee . 3 He calls him a pied ninny , alluding to Trinculo's motley dress he was a licensed fool or jester . 4 Quick freshes are living springs . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did SC . II . 69 THE TEMPEST .
الصفحة 70
... , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 5 i . e . throat or windpipe . 6 Sot here means fool ; from the French . Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy 70 ACT III . THE TEMPEST .
... , and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 5 i . e . throat or windpipe . 6 Sot here means fool ; from the French . Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy 70 ACT III . THE TEMPEST .
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... fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now , would they believe me ? If I should say I saw such islanders , 5 ( For , certes , these are people of the island , ) Who , though they are of monstrous shape ...
... fools at home condemn them . Gon . If in Naples I should report this now , would they believe me ? If I should say I saw such islanders , 5 ( For , certes , these are people of the island , ) Who , though they are of monstrous shape ...
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ARIEL better Caius Caliban called devil dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give hath hear heart heaven Henry IV Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave knight lady Laun Launce lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never Olivia Pist play Poet Poet's pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare 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 sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night Valentine Verona Windsor woman word
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الصفحة 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
الصفحة 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
الصفحة 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
الصفحة xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
الصفحة 72 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
الصفحة 93 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
الصفحة 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, 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...
الصفحة 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
الصفحة 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...