The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Volume 3Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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Page 120
... Villain , I say , knock me at this gate , And rap me well , or I'll knock your knave's pate . Gru . My master is ... villain ! Enter Hortensio . Hor . How now ? what's the matter ? -My old friend Grumio ! and my good friend Petruchio ...
... Villain , I say , knock me at this gate , And rap me well , or I'll knock your knave's pate . Gru . My master is ... villain ! Enter Hortensio . Hor . How now ? what's the matter ? -My old friend Grumio ! and my good friend Petruchio ...
Page 121
... villain ! -Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Gru . Knock at the gate ? -O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , -Sirrah , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me ...
... villain ! -Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Gru . Knock at the gate ? -O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , -Sirrah , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me ...
Page 156
... villains ; When ? It was the friar of orders grey , As he forth walked on his way : - Out , out , you rogue ! you ... villain ! will you let it fall ? [ Strikes him . Kath , Patience , I pray you ; ' twas a fault un- willing . Pet . A ...
... villains ; When ? It was the friar of orders grey , As he forth walked on his way : - Out , out , you rogue ! you ... villain ! will you let it fall ? [ Strikes him . Kath , Patience , I pray you ; ' twas a fault un- willing . Pet . A ...
Page 157
... villains , bring it from the dresser , And serve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups , and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the stage . You heedless joltheads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What ...
... villains , bring it from the dresser , And serve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups , and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the stage . You heedless joltheads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What ...
Page 167
... Villain , not for thy life : Take up my mis- tress's gown for thy master's use ! Pet . Why , sir , what's your conceit in that ? Gru . O , sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for : Take up my mistress ' gown to his master's use ...
... Villain , not for thy life : Take up my mis- tress's gown for thy master's use ! Pet . Why , sir , what's your conceit in that ? Gru . O , sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for : Take up my mistress ' gown to his master's use ...
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Page 397 - Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Page 387 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 385 - Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Page 247 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Page 369 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 245 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 372 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 370 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Page 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.