The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Page 214
... Pedro . This is the sum of all : Leonato , - signior Claudio , and signior Benedick , -my dear friend Leonato , hath invited you all . I tell him , we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays , some occasion may ...
... Pedro . This is the sum of all : Leonato , - signior Claudio , and signior Benedick , -my dear friend Leonato , hath invited you all . I tell him , we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays , some occasion may ...
Page 215
... Pedro is re- turned to seek you . Re - enter Don PEDRO . D. Pedro . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene . I would , your grace would constrain me to tell . D. Pedro . I charge thee on thy ...
... Pedro is re- turned to seek you . Re - enter Don PEDRO . D. Pedro . What secret hath held you here , that you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene . I would , your grace would constrain me to tell . D. Pedro . I charge thee on thy ...
Page 216
... Pedro . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady very well worthy . Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two ...
... Pedro . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady very well worthy . Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two ...
Page 217
... Pedro . I shall see thee , ere I die , look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hun- ger , my lord ; not with love : prove , that ever I lose more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out ...
... Pedro . I shall see thee , ere I die , look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hun- ger , my lord ; not with love : prove , that ever I lose more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out ...
Page 218
... Pedro . Nay , if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pedro . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the mean time , good signior ...
... Pedro . Nay , if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pedro . Well , you will temporize with the hours . In the mean time , good signior ...
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Barnardine bawd Beat Beatrice Bora BORACHIO brother Claud Claudio Clown cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab ISABELLA lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marg marry master master constable MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress musick never niece night Oberon Olivia Philostrate play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Sir ANDREW Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sleep soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word youth
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Page 326 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Page 129 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 239 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 102 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 39 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 369 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 41 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 31 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.