The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... , that power by which all works of genius shall finally be tried , is such , that perhaps it never yet had reader or spectator , who did not think it too soon at an end . JOHNSON . Persons Represented . Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW.
... , that power by which all works of genius shall finally be tried , is such , that perhaps it never yet had reader or spectator , who did not think it too soon at an end . JOHNSON . Persons Represented . Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW.
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... SHALLOW , a country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . Mr. FORD , Mr. PAGE , } two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a boy , son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welch parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French physician . Host of ...
... SHALLOW , a country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . Mr. FORD , Mr. PAGE , } two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a boy , son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welch parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French physician . Host of ...
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... SHALLOW , SLENDER , and Sir HUGH EVANS . Shal . SIR HUGH ' , persuade me not ; I will make a Star - chamber matter of it : if he were twenty sir John Falstaffs , he shall not abuse Robert Shallow , esquire . Slen . In the county of ...
... SHALLOW , SLENDER , and Sir HUGH EVANS . Shal . SIR HUGH ' , persuade me not ; I will make a Star - chamber matter of it : if he were twenty sir John Falstaffs , he shall not abuse Robert Shallow , esquire . Slen . In the county of ...
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... is Got's plessing , and your friend , and justice Shallow and here young master Slender ; that , peradventures , shall tell you another tale , if matters grow to your likings . Page . I am glad to see your worships well OF WINDSOR . 9.
... is Got's plessing , and your friend , and justice Shallow and here young master Slender ; that , peradventures , shall tell you another tale , if matters grow to your likings . Page . I am glad to see your worships well OF WINDSOR . 9.
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... Shallow . Shal . Master Page , I am glad to see you ; Much good do it your good heart ! I wish'd your venison better ; it was ill kill'd : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I love you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page ...
... Shallow . Shal . Master Page , I am glad to see you ; Much good do it your good heart ! I wish'd your venison better ; it was ill kill'd : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I love you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.