The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 159
... Is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on ...
... Is't not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on ...
Page 170
... Is't even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Mal . This is much credit to you . Sir To . Shall I bid him go ? [ Singing . Clo . What an if you do ? Sir To 170 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... Is't even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Mal . This is much credit to you . Sir To . Shall I bid him go ? [ Singing . Clo . What an if you do ? Sir To 170 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
Page 175
... is't ? Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i'faith ? Vio . About your years , my lord . Duke . Too old , by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself30 ; so wears she to him , So sways she level in her ...
... is't ? Duke . She is not worth thee then . What years , i'faith ? Vio . About your years , my lord . Duke . Too old , by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself30 ; so wears she to him , So sways she level in her ...
Page 202
... is't with you , sir ? how is't with you , man ? Mal . Go off ; I discard you ; let me enjoy my pri- vate ; go off . Mar. Lo , how hollow the fiend speaks within him ! did not I tell you ? -Sir Toby , my lady prays you to have a care of ...
... is't with you , sir ? how is't with you , man ? Mal . Go off ; I discard you ; let me enjoy my pri- vate ; go off . Mar. Lo , how hollow the fiend speaks within him ! did not I tell you ? -Sir Toby , my lady prays you to have a care of ...
Page 203
... Is't possible ? [ Exit . Fab . If this were play'd upon a stage now , I could condemn it as an improbable fiction . Sir To . His very genius hath taken the infection of the device , man . Mar. Nay , pursue him now ; lest the device take ...
... Is't possible ? [ Exit . Fab . If this were play'd upon a stage now , I could condemn it as an improbable fiction . Sir To . His very genius hath taken the infection of the device , man . Mar. Nay , pursue him now ; lest the device take ...
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Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
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Page 139 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 176 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Page 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 369 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Page 293 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Page 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.