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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations ...
William Shakespeare,Joseph Dennie,Samuel Johnson
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Ereunt Erit Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the JAdr JAnt JAut JMacb JMacd JMal JMur Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady JM Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macbeth Macduff madam maid marry master mistress never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENTE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister Siward speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio wife Witch
Seite 245 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
Seite 418 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, 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. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Seite 366 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
Seite 365 - 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 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Seite 365 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Seite 370 - Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 361 - 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 233 - I would there were no age between ten(^ and threeand-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 — Hark you now ! — Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and twoand twenty hunt this weather?