The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volum 10H. Durell, 1818 |
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Pàgina 214
... LYSIMACHUS , governor of Mitylene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephesus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , servant to Cerimon . LEONINE , servant to Dionyza . Marshall A Pandar , and his Wife . BOULT , their servant . GOWER , as Chorus ...
... LYSIMACHUS , governor of Mitylene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephesus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , servant to Cerimon . LEONINE , servant to Dionyza . Marshall A Pandar , and his Wife . BOULT , their servant . GOWER , as Chorus ...
Pàgina 268
... . Now , the pox upon her green - sickness for me ! Bawd . ' Faith , there's no way to be rid on't , but by the way to the pox . Here comes the lord Lysimachus , dis- guised . Boult . We should have both lord and lown , 268 ACT IV PERICLES .
... . Now , the pox upon her green - sickness for me ! Bawd . ' Faith , there's no way to be rid on't , but by the way to the pox . Here comes the lord Lysimachus , dis- guised . Boult . We should have both lord and lown , 268 ACT IV PERICLES .
Pàgina 269
... LYSIMACHUS . Lys . How now ? How a dozen of virginities ? Bawd . Now , the gods to - bless your honour ! Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your re- sorters stand upon ...
... LYSIMACHUS . Lys . How now ? How a dozen of virginities ? Bawd . Now , the gods to - bless your honour ! Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your re- sorters stand upon ...
Pàgina 271
... LYSIMACHUS is putting up enters . his purse , BOULT Boult . I beseech your honour , one piece for me . Lys . Avaunt , thou damned door - keeper ! Your house , But for this virgin that doth prop it up , Would sink , and overwhelm you all ...
... LYSIMACHUS is putting up enters . his purse , BOULT Boult . I beseech your honour , one piece for me . Lys . Avaunt , thou damned door - keeper ! Your house , But for this virgin that doth prop it up , Would sink , and overwhelm you all ...
Pàgina 274
... Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies . His banners sable , trimm'd with rich expence ; And to him in his barge with fervour hies . In your supposing once more put your sight ; Of heavy Pericles think this the bark : Where , what is done in ...
... Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies . His banners sable , trimm'd with rich expence ; And to him in his barge with fervour hies . In your supposing once more put your sight ; Of heavy Pericles think this the bark : Where , what is done in ...
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ancient Bawd Ben Jonson beseech Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fortune Gent gentlemen give Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't John Shakespeare JOHNSON King Henry lady Laer Laertes lago look lord LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina marry means Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder never night noble Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles play poet POLONIUS pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Queen Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakespeare signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tyre villain WARBURTON wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 95 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Pàgina 22 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Pàgina 39 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 12 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pàgina 46 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Pàgina 52 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
Pàgina 128 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Pàgina 126 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pàgina 110 - Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally : and, for his passage, The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him.
Pàgina 62 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.