The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Band 4H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... leaving her In the protection of his fon , her brother , Who fhortly alfo dy'd : for whofe dear love , They fay , the hath abjur'd the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferv'd that lady ; And might not be deliver'd to the ...
... leaving her In the protection of his fon , her brother , Who fhortly alfo dy'd : for whofe dear love , They fay , the hath abjur'd the fight And company of men . Vio . O , that I ferv'd that lady ; And might not be deliver'd to the ...
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... leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that ; here comes my lady : make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit ...
... leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that ; here comes my lady : make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit ...
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... leave to prove you a fool . Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterioufly , good Madonna . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechize you for it , Madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , fir , for want of other ...
... leave to prove you a fool . Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterioufly , good Madonna . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I muft catechize you for it , Madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , fir , for want of other ...
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... leave the world no copy 2 . - Oli . O , fir , I will not be fo hard - hearted ; I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty : It fhall be inventori- ed ; and every particle , and utenfil , labell'd to my will : • Look you , fir ...
... leave the world no copy 2 . - Oli . O , fir , I will not be fo hard - hearted ; I will give out diverse schedules of my beauty : It fhall be inventori- ed ; and every particle , and utenfil , labell'd to my will : • Look you , fir ...
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... leave , that I may bear my evils alone : It were a bad recompence for your love , to lay any of them on you . Ant . Let me yet know of you , whither you are bound . Seb . No , ' footh , fir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ...
... leave , that I may bear my evils alone : It were a bad recompence for your love , to lay any of them on you . Ant . Let me yet know of you , whither you are bound . Seb . No , ' footh , fir ; my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ...
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againſt alfo anſwer Autolycus Baft Banquo becauſe blood Camillo caufe Clown Cymbeline death defire doth Duke emendation Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion faid fame father Faulconbridge fcene fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince fleep fome fool foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fubfequent fuch fuppofe fure fweet hath heaven Henry Henry IV himſelf honour houſe Illyria itſelf JOHNSON King John lady Leon loft lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff mafter MALONE Malvolio means moft moſt muft murder muſt myſelf night o'the obferved occafion old copy paffage perfon play pleaſe prefent prince purpoſe queen Rape of Lucrece reafon ſay ſeems Shakspeare ſhall ſhe Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby ſpeak STEEVENS thane thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou art thought ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe Winter's Tale Witch word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 320 - 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?
Seite 370 - 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.
Seite 295 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 305 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 184 - 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.
Seite 309 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 62 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 292 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 331 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 285 - This supernatural soliciting 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...