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, Bind 4F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Side 166
... Shep . I would , there were no age between ten and three - and - twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child , wronging the an- cientry , stealing , fighting ...
... Shep . I would , there were no age between ten and three - and - twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child , wronging the an- cientry , stealing , fighting ...
Side 167
... Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked since I saw these sights : the men are not yet cold under water , nor the bear half dined on the gentleman ; he's at it now . Shep . Would I had been by ...
... Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked since I saw these sights : the men are not yet cold under water , nor the bear half dined on the gentleman ; he's at it now . Shep . Would I had been by ...
Side 168
... Shep . That's a good deed : If thou may'st dis- cern by that which is left of him , what he is , fetch me to the sight of him . Clo . Marry , will I ; and you shall help to put him i'the ground . Shep . ' Tis a lucky day , boy ; and we ...
... Shep . That's a good deed : If thou may'st dis- cern by that which is left of him , what he is , fetch me to the sight of him . Clo . Marry , will I ; and you shall help to put him i'the ground . Shep . ' Tis a lucky day , boy ; and we ...
Side 179
... Shep . Fye , daughter ! when my old wife liv'd , upon This day , she was both pantler , butler , cook ; Both dame and servant : welcom'd all ; serv'd all : Would sing her song , and dance her turn : now here , At upper end o'the table ...
... Shep . Fye , daughter ! when my old wife liv'd , upon This day , she was both pantler , butler , cook ; Both dame and servant : welcom'd all ; serv'd all : Would sing her song , and dance her turn : now here , At upper end o'the table ...
Side 183
... Shep . They call him Doricles ; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding : but I have it 5 we stand , & c . ] That is , we are now on our behaviour . a worthy feeding :) I conceive feeding to be a pasture , Upon his own report ...
... Shep . They call him Doricles ; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeding : but I have it 5 we stand , & c . ] That is , we are now on our behaviour . a worthy feeding :) I conceive feeding to be a pasture , Upon his own report ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES COMEDY OF ERRORS daughter death deed doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen Rosse SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signior sister SIWARD sleep speak STEEVENS sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife WINTER'S TALE Witch word
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Side 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Side 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Side 377 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Side 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Side 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Side 323 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Side 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Side 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...