The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volum 4F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Side 15
... hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . 1 Serv . Say , thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed ...
... hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . 1 Serv . Say , thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed ...
Side 46
... hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade , sir , as you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate ! I will not burden thee ...
... hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade , sir , as you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate ! I will not burden thee ...
Side 47
... hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; 7 a craven . ] A craven is a degenerate , dispirited cock . Craven was a term also applied to those who in appeals of battle became recreant , and by pronouncing this word , called for quarter ...
... hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; 7 a craven . ] A craven is a degenerate , dispirited cock . Craven was a term also applied to those who in appeals of battle became recreant , and by pronouncing this word , called for quarter ...
Side 64
... hast thou to do ? - Father , be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure . Gre . Ay , marry , sir : now it begins to work . Kath . Gentlemen , forward to the bridal din- ner : - I see , a woman may be made a fool , If she had not a spirit to ...
... hast thou to do ? - Father , be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure . Gre . Ay , marry , sir : now it begins to work . Kath . Gentlemen , forward to the bridal din- ner : - I see , a woman may be made a fool , If she had not a spirit to ...
Side 81
... hast thou din'd ? The tailor stays thy leisure , To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.1 Enter Tailor . Come , tailor , let us see these ornaments ; 2 Enter Haberdasher . Lay forth the gown . - What news with you , sir ? Hab ...
... hast thou din'd ? The tailor stays thy leisure , To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.1 Enter Tailor . Come , tailor , let us see these ornaments ; 2 Enter Haberdasher . Lay forth the gown . - What news with you , sir ? Hab ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES COMEDY OF ERRORS daughter death deed doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen Rosse SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signior sister SIWARD sleep speak STEEVENS sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife WINTER'S TALE Witch word
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Side 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Side 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Side 377 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Side 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Side 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Side 323 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Side 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Side 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...