The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 43.
Strana 6
... Still have I tarry'd . Pan . Ay , to the leavening : but here's yet in the word -hereafter , the kneading , the making of the cake , the heating of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to ...
... Still have I tarry'd . Pan . Ay , to the leavening : but here's yet in the word -hereafter , the kneading , the making of the cake , the heating of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to ...
Strana 64
... still ? have you not done talking yet ? Cre . Well , uncle , what folly I commit , I dedicate to you . Pan . I thank you for that ; if my lord get a boy of you , you'll give him me : Be true to my lord ; if he flinch , chide me for it ...
... still ? have you not done talking yet ? Cre . Well , uncle , what folly I commit , I dedicate to you . Pan . I thank you for that ; if my lord get a boy of you , you'll give him me : Be true to my lord ; if he flinch , chide me for it ...
Strana 74
... still it might , and yet it may again , kin ] -alike . i gilt d'er - dufted . ] - gold much tarnished . If thou wouldst not entomb thyfelf alive , And cafe If 74 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; ...
... still it might , and yet it may again , kin ] -alike . i gilt d'er - dufted . ] - gold much tarnished . If thou wouldst not entomb thyfelf alive , And cafe If 74 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; ...
Strana 83
... still held off , And then you would have tarry'd . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ within ] What ! all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle . Enter Pandarus . Cre . A peftilence on him ! now will he be mocking : I fhall have ...
... still held off , And then you would have tarry'd . Hark ! there's one up . Pan . [ within ] What ! all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle . Enter Pandarus . Cre . A peftilence on him ! now will he be mocking : I fhall have ...
Strana 116
... still , I fay ; Mine honour keeps the weather of & my fate : " Life every man holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious - dear than life.- • train me ] -provoke me . & Have nothing feen . For we would give , & c ...
... still , I fay ; Mine honour keeps the weather of & my fate : " Life every man holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious - dear than life.- • train me ] -provoke me . & Have nothing feen . For we would give , & c ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas cauſe Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fair falfe Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear fhall fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins praiſe prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe Ther theſe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe whoſe yourſelf
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Strana 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Strana 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Strana 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.