Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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21. oldal
... MALONE . 741. Let me my service tender on your lips . ] Perhaps this is an allusion to the ancient custom of swearing servants into noble families . So in Caltha Poëtarum , & c . 1599 : 66 -she swears him to his good abearing , " Whilst ...
... MALONE . 741. Let me my service tender on your lips . ] Perhaps this is an allusion to the ancient custom of swearing servants into noble families . So in Caltha Poëtarum , & c . 1599 : 66 -she swears him to his good abearing , " Whilst ...
22. oldal
... MALONE . -being strange , ] i . e . being a stranger . STEEVENS . ACT II . Line 2. KISS'D the jack upon an up - cast , — ] He is describing his fate at bowls . The jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed . He who is nearest ...
... MALONE . -being strange , ] i . e . being a stranger . STEEVENS . ACT II . Line 2. KISS'D the jack upon an up - cast , — ] He is describing his fate at bowls . The jack is the small bowl at which the others are aimed . He who is nearest ...
24. oldal
... MALONE . -now canopy'd ] Shakspere has the same expression in Tarquin and Lucrece : " Her eyes , like marigolds , had sheath'd their light , " And canopy'd in darkness sweetly lay , " Till they might open to adorn the day . " MALONE ...
... MALONE . -now canopy'd ] Shakspere has the same expression in Tarquin and Lucrece : " Her eyes , like marigolds , had sheath'd their light , " And canopy'd in darkness sweetly lay , " Till they might open to adorn the day . " MALONE ...
25. oldal
... MALONE . A mole cinque - spotted , - - ] Our author certainly took this circumstance from some trans- lation of Boccace's novel ; for it does not occur in the imitation printed in Westward for Smelts . In the DE- CAMERONE , Ambrogivolo ...
... MALONE . A mole cinque - spotted , - - ] Our author certainly took this circumstance from some trans- lation of Boccace's novel ; for it does not occur in the imitation printed in Westward for Smelts . In the DE- CAMERONE , Ambrogivolo ...
28. oldal
... MALONE . -his goodness forespent on us , ] i . e . The good offices done by him to us heretofore . 192 . WARBURTON . -false themselves , - - ] Perhaps , in this in- stance , false is not an adjective , but a verb ; and as such I think ...
... MALONE . -his goodness forespent on us , ] i . e . The good offices done by him to us heretofore . 192 . WARBURTON . -false themselves , - - ] Perhaps , in this in- stance , false is not an adjective , but a verb ; and as such I think ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
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33. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
115. oldal - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
115. oldal - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
22. oldal - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
36. oldal - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
37. oldal - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
34. oldal - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
66. oldal - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
37. oldal - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
80. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.