The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 42
Page 37
... soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go . - A short knife and a throng 47 ; -to your manor of Pickt- hatch 48 , go . You'll not bear a letter for me , you rogue ! -you stand upon your honour ! -Why ...
... soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go . - A short knife and a throng 47 ; -to your manor of Pickt- hatch 48 , go . You'll not bear a letter for me , you rogue ! -you stand upon your honour ! -Why ...
Page 45
... soul dares not present itself ; she is too bright to be look'd against . Now , could I come to her with any detection in my hand , my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves ; I could drive her then from the ward of her ...
... soul dares not present itself ; she is too bright to be look'd against . Now , could I come to her with any detection in my hand , my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves ; I could drive her then from the ward of her ...
Page 48
... soul , dat he is no come ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come : by gar , Jack Rugby , he is dead already , if he be come . Rug . He is wise , sir ; he knew , your worship would kill him , if he came . Caius . By gar , de ...
... soul , dat he is no come ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come : by gar , Jack Rugby , he is dead already , if he be come . Rug . He is wise , sir ; he knew , your worship would kill him , if he came . Caius . By gar , de ...
Page 49
... souls , and you a curer of bodies ; if you should fight , you go against the hair of your professions : is it not true , master Page ? Page . Master Shallow , you have yourself been a great fighter , though now a man of peace . Shal ...
... souls , and you a curer of bodies ; if you should fight , you go against the hair of your professions : is it not true , master Page ? Page . Master Shallow , you have yourself been a great fighter , though now a man of peace . Shal ...
Page 51
... , you will also look that way . Sim . I will , sir . Eva . ' Pless my soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trempling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have de- ceived me : -how melancholies I am ! -I will OF WINDSOR . 51.
... , you will also look that way . Sim . I will , sir . Eva . ' Pless my soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trempling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have de- ceived me : -how melancholies I am ! -I will OF WINDSOR . 51.
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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.