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 17
... Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord ; What is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me- husband ? My men should call me - lord ; I am your goodman . Page ...
... Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord ; What is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me- husband ? My men should call me - lord ; I am your goodman . Page ...
Side 18
... Marry , I will ; let them play it : Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling- trick ? 7 Page . No , my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houshold stuff ? Page . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we'll ...
... Marry , I will ; let them play it : Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling- trick ? 7 Page . No , my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houshold stuff ? Page . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we'll ...
Side 23
... Marry , sir , to get a husband for her sister . Gre . A husband ! a devil . Hor . I say , a husband . Gre . I say , a devil : Think'st thou , Hortensio , though her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ...
... Marry , sir , to get a husband for her sister . Gre . A husband ! a devil . Hor . I say , a husband . Gre . I say , a devil : Think'st thou , Hortensio , though her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ...
Side 25
... marry , am I , sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Master , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine first . Tra . You will be schoolmaster , And undertake the teaching of ...
... marry , am I , sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Master , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine first . Tra . You will be schoolmaster , And undertake the teaching of ...
Side 30
... the naine of a knight who had bound himself to marry a de- formed hag , provided she taught him the solution of a riddle on which his life depended . As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse , She 30 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... the naine of a knight who had bound himself to marry a de- formed hag , provided she taught him the solution of a riddle on which his life depended . As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse , She 30 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volum 4 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1805 |
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand 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 signifies signior sister sleep speak STEEVENS sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast 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...