The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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Page 151
... Petruchio , while intent on the subjection of Katharine , calls out in terms imperative for his cousin Ferdinand . 5 The commentators say , that the original form of this exclamation was the gougere , i . e . morbus gallicus ; which ...
... Petruchio , while intent on the subjection of Katharine , calls out in terms imperative for his cousin Ferdinand . 5 The commentators say , that the original form of this exclamation was the gougere , i . e . morbus gallicus ; which ...
Page 285
... Petruchio bears some resemblance to that of Pisardo in Straparola's novel , notte 8 , fav . 7 . Schlegel remarks that this play ' hạs the air of an Italian comedy ; and indeed the love intrigue of Lu- centio is derived from the ...
... Petruchio bears some resemblance to that of Pisardo in Straparola's novel , notte 8 , fav . 7 . Schlegel remarks that this play ' hạs the air of an Italian comedy ; and indeed the love intrigue of Lu- centio is derived from the ...
Page 290
... Petruchio ! Con tutto il core bene trovato , may I say . Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Molto honorato , signor mio Petruchio . Hor . Alla nostra casa bene venuto , Rise , Grumio , rise ; we will compound this ...
... Petruchio ! Con tutto il core bene trovato , may I say . Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Molto honorato , signor mio Petruchio . Hor . Alla nostra casa bene venuto , Rise , Grumio , rise ; we will compound this ...
Page 291
... Petruchio , patience ; I am Grumio's pledge : Why , this a heavy chance ' twixt him and you ; Your ancient , trusty , pleasant servant , Grumio . And tell me now , sweet friend , what happy gale Blows you to Padua here , from old Verona ...
... Petruchio , patience ; I am Grumio's pledge : Why , this a heavy chance ' twixt him and you ; Your ancient , trusty , pleasant servant , Grumio . And tell me now , sweet friend , what happy gale Blows you to Padua here , from old Verona ...
Page 292
... Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The same . A Room in Baptista's House . Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bian . Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ...
... Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The same . A Room in Baptista's House . Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bian . Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ...
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Page 368 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 33 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
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Page 264 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Page 327 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, 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...
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Page 174 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 362 - 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. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Page 365 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.