The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night |
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... Proteus ; ' tis your penance , but to hear The story of your loves discovered : That done , our day of marriage shall be yours ; One feast , one house , one mutual happiness . [ Excunt . ܪ THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . IMMUN Ford .
... Proteus ; ' tis your penance , but to hear The story of your loves discovered : That done , our day of marriage shall be yours ; One feast , one house , one mutual happiness . [ Excunt . ܪ THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . IMMUN Ford .
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . IMMUN Ford . Bless you , sir . Falstaff . And you , sir : Would you speak with me ? Act ii . Sc . 2 . 1 INTRODUCTION TO THE MERRY WIVES OF ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . IMMUN Ford . Bless you , sir . Falstaff . And you , sir : Would you speak with me ? Act ii . Sc . 2 . 1 INTRODUCTION TO THE MERRY WIVES OF ...
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... Such is the odd reason Mrs. Page gives Mrs. Ford for declining to share the honour of Knighthood with Sir John : “ These knights will hack ; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry : which can scarce bear any other ...
... Such is the odd reason Mrs. Page gives Mrs. Ford for declining to share the honour of Knighthood with Sir John : “ These knights will hack ; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry : which can scarce bear any other ...
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... by the thrift of a counter - stratagem , and left to the double shame of ignobly failing in a disreputable undertaking ; and Ford's jealousy is made to scourge him with the very whip he has twisted for the scourging of its object .
... by the thrift of a counter - stratagem , and left to the double shame of ignobly failing in a disreputable undertaking ; and Ford's jealousy is made to scourge him with the very whip he has twisted for the scourging of its object .
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Ford's jealousy is managed with great skill so as to help on the plot , bringing out a series of the richest incidents , and drawing the most savoury issues from the mellow , juicy old sinner upon whom he is practising .
Ford's jealousy is managed with great skill so as to help on the plot , bringing out a series of the richest incidents , and drawing the most savoury issues from the mellow , juicy old sinner upon whom he is practising .
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Page 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Page 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Page xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 72 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 93 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...