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, Volum 9F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pàgina 302
... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou ...
... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou ...
Pàgina 303
... Boult . ' Faith some do , and some do not . But , mistress , if I have bargained for the joint , Bawd . Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit . Boult . I may so . Bawd . Who should deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your ...
... Boult . ' Faith some do , and some do not . But , mistress , if I have bargained for the joint , Bawd . Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit . Boult . I may so . Bawd . Who should deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your ...
Pàgina 309
... Boult . Pand . Well , I had rather than twice the worth of her , she had ne'er come here . Bawd . Fye , fye upon her ; she is able to freeze the god Priapus , and undo a whole generation . We must either get her ravished , or be rid of ...
... Boult . Pand . Well , I had rather than twice the worth of her , she had ne'er come here . Bawd . Fye , fye upon her ; she is able to freeze the god Priapus , and undo a whole generation . We must either get her ravished , or be rid of ...
Pàgina 310
... Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your ... Boult . For flesh and blood , sir , white and red , you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed , if she had but ...
... Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your ... Boult . For flesh and blood , sir , white and red , you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed , if she had but ...
Pàgina 311
... BOULT . Lys . Go thy ways . Now , pretty one , how long have you been at this trade ? Mar. What trade , sir ? Lys . What I cannot name but I shall offend . Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade . Please you to name it . Lys . How long ...
... BOULT . Lys . Go thy ways . Now , pretty one , how long have you been at this trade ? Mar. What trade , sir ? Lys . What I cannot name but I shall offend . Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade . Please you to name it . Lys . How long ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word Сут
Passatges populars
Pàgina 408 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Pàgina 451 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pàgina 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Pàgina 398 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their -father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both,. That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are yet, I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pàgina 356 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to...
Pàgina 457 - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies : and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,...
Pàgina 65 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Pàgina 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Pàgina 138 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till pity's self be dead.
Pàgina 410 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : — Ha ! here's three of us are sophisticated ! — Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. — Off, off, you lendings : — Come ; unbutton here.