Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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Page iii
... gone to their long home , and a great deal has taken place in relation to the subject towards the elucidation and illustration of which they dedicated so much of their lives . At no period of the history of the English Stage has the ...
... gone to their long home , and a great deal has taken place in relation to the subject towards the elucidation and illustration of which they dedicated so much of their lives . At no period of the history of the English Stage has the ...
Page vi
... gone : While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , And shakes his head , " & c . - ACT I. Scene I. The Perkins folio suggests , " and wrings his helpless hands . " Where Clifford addresses Jack ...
... gone : While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , And shakes his head , " & c . - ACT I. Scene I. The Perkins folio suggests , " and wrings his helpless hands . " Where Clifford addresses Jack ...
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... gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
... gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
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... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- But rather lose her to an African ; [ ter , Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- But rather lose her to an African ; [ ter , Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
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... gone . Then , tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post , ( The man i ...
... gone . Then , tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post , ( The man i ...
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Page 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...