The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, 15. ciltR. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Sayfa 34
... kind of ellipsis see various examples in a note on Cymbeline , vol . xiii . p . 228 , n . 2. MALONE . 6 ( SO DRY he was for sway ) ] i . e . So thirsty . The expression , I am told , is not uncommon in the midland counties . Thus , in ...
... kind of ellipsis see various examples in a note on Cymbeline , vol . xiii . p . 228 , n . 2. MALONE . 6 ( SO DRY he was for sway ) ] i . e . So thirsty . The expression , I am told , is not uncommon in the midland counties . Thus , in ...
Sayfa 47
... kind , who dealt with them by way of command . Thus Prospero repents of his art in the last scene . The spirits were always considered as in some measure enslaved to the enchanter , at least for a time , and as serving with ...
... kind , who dealt with them by way of command . Thus Prospero repents of his art in the last scene . The spirits were always considered as in some measure enslaved to the enchanter , at least for a time , and as serving with ...
Sayfa 51
... kind answer . MIRA . I do not love to look on . PRO . ' Tis a villain , sir , But , as ' tis , We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood ; and serves in offices That profit us . What ho ! slave ! Caliban ! Thou ...
... kind answer . MIRA . I do not love to look on . PRO . ' Tis a villain , sir , But , as ' tis , We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood ; and serves in offices That profit us . What ho ! slave ! Caliban ! Thou ...
Sayfa 53
... kind : " His spirits hear me , " And yet I needs must curse ; but they'll nor pinch , " Fright me with urchin - shews , pitch me i ' the mire , " & c . MALONE . In support of Mr. Steevens's note , which does not appear satis- factory to ...
... kind : " His spirits hear me , " And yet I needs must curse ; but they'll nor pinch , " Fright me with urchin - shews , pitch me i ' the mire , " & c . MALONE . In support of Mr. Steevens's note , which does not appear satis- factory to ...
Sayfa 56
... . 2 Race and raciness in wine , signifies a kind of tartness . --- BLACKSTONE . the RED plague RID you , ] I suppose from the redness of the body , universally inflamed . JOHNSON . PRO . Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick 56 ACT I. TEMPEST .
... . 2 Race and raciness in wine , signifies a kind of tartness . --- BLACKSTONE . the RED plague RID you , ] I suppose from the redness of the body , universally inflamed . JOHNSON . PRO . Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick 56 ACT I. TEMPEST .
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alluded ancient Angiers Antony and Cleopatra appears Ariel Arthur BAST Bastard Ben Jonson Bermuda blood BOSWELL breath brother Caliban called comedy CONST Cymbeline Dauphin death devil dost doth Duke of Milan emendation England English Enter Exeunt eyes father Faulconbridge fear folio France Gonzalo hand hath hear heaven honour Hubert island JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King John King Lear lady land lord MALONE MASON means MIRA Miranda monster Naples night observed old copy reads old play Pandulph passage peace Philip poet Pope prince Prospero Queen Rape of Lucrece says scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's ship signifies Sir George Somers soul speak speech spirit STEEVENS Stephano storm strange supposed swear Sycorax tale Tempest thee Theobald thine thing thou art thought tongue TRIN Trinculo unto Virginia WARBURTON word
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Sayfa 310 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Sayfa 108 - hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Sayfa 54 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Sayfa 159 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Sayfa 134 - Sour-ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Sayfa 131 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Sayfa 120 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Sayfa 162 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Sayfa 183 - Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.
Sayfa 33 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...