The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 2. ciltG. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Sayfa 11
... ?! Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Pist . How now , Mephostophilus 10 ? Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca ; slice ! that's my humour . Slen . Where's Simple , my man ? -can you OF WINDSOR . 11.
... ?! Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Pist . How now , Mephostophilus 10 ? Slen . Ay , it is no matter . Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca ; slice ! that's my humour . Slen . Where's Simple , my man ? -can you OF WINDSOR . 11.
Sayfa 13
... humour on me ; that is the very note of it . Slen . By this hat , then he in the red face had it : for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk , yet I am not altogether an ass . Fal . What say you , Scarlet and John ...
... humour on me ; that is the very note of it . Slen . By this hat , then he in the red face had it : for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk , yet I am not altogether an ass . Fal . What say you , Scarlet and John ...
Sayfa 19
... humour conceited ? His mind is not heroick , and there's the humour of it . Fal . I am glad , I am so quit of this tinderbox ; his thefts were too open : his filching was like an unskil- ful singer , he kept not time . Nym . The good humour ...
... humour conceited ? His mind is not heroick , and there's the humour of it . Fal . I am glad , I am so quit of this tinderbox ; his thefts were too open : his filching was like an unskil- ful singer , he kept not time . Nym . The good humour ...
Sayfa 20
... humour pass ? Fal . Now , the report goes , she has all the rule of her husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels . Pist . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the ...
... humour pass ? Fal . Now , the report goes , she has all the rule of her husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels . Pist . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the ...
Sayfa 21
... humour : here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ' haviour of reputation . Fal . Hold , sirrah , [ To Rob . ] bear you these let- ters tightly ; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.- Rogues , hence , avaunt ! vanish like ...
... humour : here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ' haviour of reputation . Fal . Hold , sirrah , [ To Rob . ] bear you these let- ters tightly ; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.- Rogues , hence , avaunt ! vanish like ...
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Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault fellow Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
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Sayfa 139 - 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.
Sayfa 178 - 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.
Sayfa 176 - 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.
Sayfa 168 - 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.
Sayfa 367 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Sayfa 293 - 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.
Sayfa 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Sayfa 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Sayfa 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Sayfa 264 - 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.