The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 1 |
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Halaman 12
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advan- tage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ...
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advan- tage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ...
Halaman 13
... Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell , and as leaky as an unstanched 5 ...
... Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell , and as leaky as an unstanched 5 ...
Halaman 32
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Sir , have pity ; Silence ; one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes ...
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Sir , have pity ; Silence ; one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes ...
Halaman 46
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort . [ Drinks . Cal . Do not ...
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort . [ Drinks . Cal . Do not ...
Halaman 61
... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find , Each putter - out on five for one , will bring us Good warrant of . Alon . I will stand to , and feed , Although ...
... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find , Each putter - out on five for one , will bring us Good warrant of . Alon . I will stand to , and feed , Although ...
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ARIEL Caius Caliban Cotgrave daughter devil doth Duke Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour Illyria Julia king knave lady Laun letter look lord madam maid Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Olivia Pist play pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia sing SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed Steevens sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine Windsor woman word
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Halaman 38 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Halaman 27 - em. Cal. 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...
Halaman 77 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Halaman 81 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Halaman 126 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Halaman 147 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Halaman 76 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Halaman 274 - 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.
Halaman 63 - 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.
Halaman 302 - 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.