The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Հատոր 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... hear . A far more feasible origin of the " TEMPEST " than the old , and once very popular comedy of " MUCEDORUS , " may be superstitiously traced to an account by one Sylvester Jourdan of the discovery of the Bermudas . In this we find ...
... hear . A far more feasible origin of the " TEMPEST " than the old , and once very popular comedy of " MUCEDORUS , " may be superstitiously traced to an account by one Sylvester Jourdan of the discovery of the Bermudas . In this we find ...
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... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . Wherefore did they not , That hour , destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ...
... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . Wherefore did they not , That hour , destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ...
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... hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The King my father wrecked . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ...
... hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The King my father wrecked . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ...
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... hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet ...
... hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet ...
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... hear me , And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the mire , Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set ...
... hear me , And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the mire , Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set ...
Common terms and phrases
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Էջ 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Էջ 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.