Publications, 30. kiadásShakespeare Society, and to be had of W. Skeffington, 1846 |
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x. oldal
... Moll Berry , both of whom she treats with witty disdain , but is really in love with Bowdler , and even affiances herself to him . Bernard owes her father a hundred pounds , for which he causes him to be arrested ; when the Cripple ...
... Moll Berry , both of whom she treats with witty disdain , but is really in love with Bowdler , and even affiances herself to him . Bernard owes her father a hundred pounds , for which he causes him to be arrested ; when the Cripple ...
11. oldal
... MOLL BERRY . Moll . Now for my true - love's handkercher ! these flowers Are pretty toys , are very pretty toys : Oh , but methinks the peascod would do better , THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE . 11.
... MOLL BERRY . Moll . Now for my true - love's handkercher ! these flowers Are pretty toys , are very pretty toys : Oh , but methinks the peascod would do better , THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE . 11.
12. oldal
... Moll . Upon what acquaintance ? Bow . That's all one . Once , I love thee . Give me thy hand , and say Amen ! Moll . Hands off , sir knave ; and wear it for a favour . Bow . What ? dost thou mean thy love , pretty fool ? Moll . No fool ...
... Moll . Upon what acquaintance ? Bow . That's all one . Once , I love thee . Give me thy hand , and say Amen ! Moll . Hands off , sir knave ; and wear it for a favour . Bow . What ? dost thou mean thy love , pretty fool ? Moll . No fool ...
13. oldal
... Moll . Yes , to make an ass on . Bow . Will you get up and ride ? Moll . No , I'll lackey by his side , and whip the ass . Bow . Come , come , leave your jesting : I shall put you down . Moll . With that face ? away , you want wit . Bow ...
... Moll . Yes , to make an ass on . Bow . Will you get up and ride ? Moll . No , I'll lackey by his side , and whip the ass . Bow . Come , come , leave your jesting : I shall put you down . Moll . With that face ? away , you want wit . Bow ...
14. oldal
... Moll , you love me as you say . Moll . I never made you promise ; did I , pray ? Bow . All in good time ; you will do ; else you lie ; Will you not ? Moll . No , forsooth , not I. Bow . Bernard , she gulls me still . Ber . ' Tis but ...
... Moll , you love me as you say . Moll . I never made you promise ; did I , pray ? Bow . All in good time ; you will do ; else you lie ; Will you not ? Moll . No , forsooth , not I. Bow . Bernard , she gulls me still . Ber . ' Tis but ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE Anth Anthony BARRON FIELD Bernard BOBBINGTON brother Clin Clown comedy conceit Crip Cripple Cuthbert Tunstal daughter dear dost thou doth Enter PHILLIS Exeunt Exit eyes Fair Maid falling bands Farewell father Ferd Ferdinand Fiddle Flow fortunes Frank gallant gentleman give Goulding hand hath heart Heav'n hence here's humour husband i'faith J. P. Collier John kind letter LORD FRANCIS EGERTON marry Master Berry Master Bowdler Master Flower mean Merch methinks mistress Moll Berry never night Old Har Old Hard Phil PHILIP pirates pity poor porter pound pray prithee Purs Rains SCENE sirrah soul speak SUSAN sweet tell thee thine THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou shalt Trusty John unto wench What's wife WILLIAM AYRTON William Rowley wilt win my love word Young FORREST your's
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91. oldal - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
91. oldal - Phoebus' lodging ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. — Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night ! That rude day's eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. — Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties : or if love be blind, It best agrees with night. — Come...
33. oldal - Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so; See that your notes strain not too low: For still, methinks, I see her frown ' Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices' harmony, And sing, I am her lover; Strain loud and sweet, that every note With sweet content may move her. And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still, methinks, I see her frown Ye pretty wantons, warble.
vi. oldal - Othello's mind in his colour, — whether he did not find something extremely revolting in the courtship and wedded caresses of Othello and Desdemona, and whether the actual sight of the thing did not overweigh all that beautiful compromise which we make in reading. And the reason it should do so is obvious, — because there is just so much reality presented to our senses as to give a perception of disagreement...
33. oldal - Go, pretty birds, about her bower ; Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower ; Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tell her, through your chirping bills, As you by me are bidden, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so ; See that your notes strain not too low, 96 For still, methinks, I see her frown. Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices...
vi. oldal - Othello played, whether he did not, on the contrary, sink Othello's mind in his colour ; whether he did not find something extremely revolting in the courtship and wedded caresses of Othello and Desdemona ; and whether the actual sight of the thing did not overweigh all that beautiful compromise which we make in reading...
102. oldal - The Council of the Shakespeare Society desire it to be understood that they are not answerable for any opinions or observations that may appear in the Society's publications; the Editors of the several works being alone responsible for the same.
91. oldal - Phesbus, drawn in his car with fiery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. In the like manner our poet speaks of the night in The Merchant of Venice: " For the close night doth play the run-away.
9. oldal - For. Dost long to have me blind ? Then I'll behold them, since I know thy mind. Oh, me, is this my son that doth so senseless lie, And swims in blood ? my soul with his shall fly Unto the land of rest.
48. oldal - Follow them to the tavern ; and there sit In the next room with a calves-head and brimstone, And overhear their talk, observe their humours : Collect their jests, put them into a play, And tire them too with payment, to behold What I have filch'd from them. This I could do : But oh, for shame that men should so arraign Their own fee-simple wits for verbal theft ? Yet men there be that have done this and that, And more by much more than the most of them.