Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakespeare [by P. J. Collier] Shakespeare's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN ...
... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONZO , SEBASTIAN ...
第 8 頁
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his com- plexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own ...
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his com- plexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own ...
第 9 頁
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . 1 The courses are the main ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . 1 The courses are the main ...
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... Exit ARIEL Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . I ...
... Exit ARIEL Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . I ...
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... Exit CALIBAN . 1 Destroy . 2 The word aches is evidently a dissyllable here . 3 " The giants , when they found themselves fettered , roared like bulls , and cried upon Setebos to help them . " - Eden's Hist . of Travayle , 1577 . p ...
... Exit CALIBAN . 1 Destroy . 2 The word aches is evidently a dissyllable here . 3 " The giants , when they found themselves fettered , roared like bulls , and cried upon Setebos to help them . " - Eden's Hist . of Travayle , 1577 . p ...
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actor ARIEL Blackfriars Blackfriars theatre Bridgewater House Burbage Caius Caliban daughter dost doth dramatic Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool gentle gentlemen give hath hear heart heaven honor Host James Burbage Julia king knave lady Laun letter Lord Ellesmere madam Malone Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster never night Pist play Poet pray Prospero Proteus Quick Richard Burbage SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Shallow Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Proteus Slen speak Speed spirit Stratford Stratford upon Avon Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell theatre thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo unto Valentine wife William Shakspeare William Tuthill Windsor woman word
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第 69 頁 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ". PRO.
第 373 頁 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
第 357 頁 - 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.
第 51 頁 - 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.
第 22 頁 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
第 249 頁 - 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.
第 67 頁 - 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.
第 385 頁 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
第 278 頁 - 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...
第 68 頁 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required 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.